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So if your life sucks complain about it Grandma's does too, but you don't hear about that All the sadness, crying little eyes Always something to whine about but no prize And if you must complain please take some of the blame All roads lead to death why be glum, it's the best Here comes Uncle Happy and the Death Squadron Bringing joy to all the small children So if you're good or bad, oh banana-rama Don't be sad, smile for the camera Uncle Happy's a good man, but nothing without his squadron So his band, looking a little tawdry Destruction comes, he sang for years He's still with his band so you can rest your fears Now Uncle Happy and his forty bastard children Wish to leave a smile wider than a mile Aus Songtexte Mania