Mr Happy Songtext

I know a man they call Mr. Happy He's always smilin there's nobody laughing Living in a world where there ain't no pain Living in a world where there ain't no pain Everybody wants to be like Mr. Happy Cause everybody wants to feel allright Cause when you get to the end of the line You might find the answers that you're looking for The answers that you get are the ones that you can't forget Cause the past is set in stone Or you can live in a hole lose your mind lose your soul And forever lock the door I gotta tell you what I'm lookin for Ain't nobody right ain't nobody wrong Mr. Happy keep smilin all night long Trouble outta mind is outta sight Everybody wants to be Mr. happy tonight Everybody wants to be Mr. happy Cause everybody wants to be all right Throw yourself into the sea of desire Set your weary soul on fire You know you can be living in a world where there ain't no pain Living in a world where there ain't no pain Everybody wants to be like Mr. Happy Cause everybody wants to feel allright Cause when you get to the end of the line You might find the answers that you're looking for The answers that you get are the ones that you can't forget Cause the past is set in stone Or you can live in a hole lose your mind lose your soul And forever lock the door I gotta tell you what I'm lookin for Ain't nobody right ain't nobody wrong Mr. Happy keep smilin all night long Trouble outta mind is outta sight Everybody wants to be Mr. Happy tonight back to top Mr. Hyde ©1990 shockorama music pub. / music & lyrics by Bob Schneider Introductions were made at the age of fifteen By a suicidal prophet in a halcyon limousine Fueled by the agents that help us slow down the ride I'll took a shotgun position across from Mr. Hyde Cooling out in the bloodshot blaze of the summer sun Out to give this life a chance and have me a little fun Whoever told the truth they told the truth when they lied When you're a walking approximation of Mr. Hyde Now I'm rolling through town in that self same limousine With a couple of coked up beauties that I ain't never seen Oh I feel like I'm on a roll Hyde's doing the talking and I'm outta control Rice paper walking my way to the top of the pile In a see through world full of cellophane smiles And what I have learned in ten thousand days There's no way out of this fucking maze And life is much harder than I thought it would be Than when I first heard it explained to me When the questions were all simple and all cut and dried And they're weren't no talking about ole Mr. Hyde Cause now they wanna come into my house cut off my hair Tell me what to do and tell me what to wear Come up to me and say they'll fill my needs And then watch me bleed And so I'm getting sick and tired of the whole damn system Line the greedy motherfuckers up and then I'll cold fist 'em Fueled by the agents that help us slow down the ride I'll take a shotgun position till the day I die back to top Mr. Invisible lyrics by Bob Schneider He's painted in the corner He's walking through a dream His lips don't move a muscle But every time he screams His hands aren't covered in blood His clothes they do not shine And everyone agrees He must be left behind And though you cannot see him He's right before your eyes He's dancing through your castle He sees right through your lies And everytime he screams His hands aren't covered in blood His clothes they do not shine His words are mixed with mud But everyone agrees And everyone is blind But everyone agrees He must be left behind The angels do not notice The snake does not pursue When you look in the mirror He looks a lot like you And everytime he screams His hands aren't covered in blood His clothes they do not shine His words are mixed with mud And everyone agrees And everyone is high And everyone agrees He must be left behind back to top Mr. Swingle by Bob Schneider Mr. Swingle started a mutant farm in Ohio back in June He said, "I ain't the barnacle of love, but then I never dug the moon. I ain't as handsome as I'd like but then I'm not really that bad." He traded the rollerblades for the couch and locked himself in his pad. And there's no one that alone There's no one that's more blue There's no one quite as miserable as me or you No there's no one that's more desperate There's no one who's more sad No there's no one in this world that's ever felt this bad I'm gonna go riding on the moon And I won't be coming back anytime soon I'm gonna go flying through the sky And I won't be coming back down until the day I die Mr. Swingle got a golf course sweatshop angle kind of game going And made his self a million over there in Europe showing Every fat cat crazy banker bro and sucker side of Texas To part quickly with their hard earned affording him many colored Lexus Mr. Swingle stole the sun from out under old mighty Zeus And didn't hesitate to rock the orpheum crowd their of their juice In his little heart he felt a painful sighing he'd ignore But everyday got quite a little worse for wear then one before Mr. Swingle had it all one day he knew it then and there There was nothing left to steal or borrow nothing left to share And he felt like going crazy and he left his hat right on As that shotgun took him to valhalla on that fine tooth morn back to top Mr. X ©1991 shockorama music pub. / lyrics & melody by Bob Schneider This is the story of a man This is the story of a mysterious man This is the story of love murder and sex This is the story of the mysterious Mr. X Walking down the street one day What could I do and what could I say When I saw him sitting in a corner I knew he was a player and I knew he was a baller With a uzi tucked down into his pocket With a heart made of stone and a temper like a rocket Yeah you never what you can expect From the mysterious Mr. X This is the story of a man This is the story of a mysterious man This is the story of love murder and sex This is the story of the mysterious Mr. X I know you hear the story bout Leroy brown They say he was the baddest mother fucker around They say the motherfucker was tough But I say not fucking tough enough Because he'll take out twenty homies with his hands He's got powerful fingers something's wrong with his glands And I never know what to expect With the mysterious Mr. X The mysterious Mr. X So mysterious Mr. X Walking down his block by the grocery store Yeah I guess I couldn't find what I was looking for When he walked on in through the out door I heard a boom boom boom and the thunder of the room Yeah I didn't know what to expect From the mysterious x back to top Mrs. Serious Business ©1998 shockorama music pub. / music & lyrics by Bob Schneider Cocaine & cracker jacks Mad money by the stacks Sleeping with the dogs Mac daddy mob boss Mr. Bad ass fuck the cost Hiding out in the fog Mrs. Sure shot hide away Massive alien death ray Mental mescal crossbones into the night Stretched out & rock steady Everybody in the like freddy Phone taps on theys snowcones out o sight Mrs. Serious business be sleepin on the wrong side of the law (jam on girl) This is serious business now don't you tell your mom & your pa (you go girl) High stakes and fake dice Bad hair and worse advice Puerto Rican drop top lounge chair ride Bent kneed and toed down Chin straight and throwed round Cut loose and strangled and hangin on tight Half crazed and shell shocked Weak kneed and cock blocked Ain't no crybaby tell me what you say'd Brain gong all gone Game over went wrong Man you look awful you're gonna wind up dead Ant farm snake charm Gravy babe on my arm Rat pack ankle bite bad news purple bruise Spit shot and taped nut And super spindel rot gut Just cut loose and hang tight you got everything to lose Knocked out and dragged in Good tooth in the Vatican Bad gin and triplesec and disco every night Criminals & high rollers Bags of dope in baby strollers Fifty dollar tips and everybody's so uptight Finer than frog's hair Wild as a nightmare Heart as big as the rainbow sun Moon in her pocket Got all the stars in her rocket Those were the days but now those days is done back to top My Pussy Hurts Real Bad ©1998 shockorama music pub. / lyrics by Bob Schneider When I was a boy You know I used to say You know I don't wanna Go to school today And the excuse I used To always tell my dad Is my pussy hurts real bad Oh my pussy hurts real bad It sure ain't funny and it makes me mad Cause its the best damn pussy that I ever had But my pussy hurts real bad My girlfriend Wanted to do some fucking And I would'a if I could'a Cause she's so good looking I said I had to pass And she sure got mad When I said my pussy hurts real bad Now sometimes I think that my girlfriend Might just be a lesbian Cause when we're all alone at night She makes my pussy feel just right Now some people they might say That they don't like a man to talk this way If you're gonna talk about your dick then hey Pussy's no good but vagina's o.k. So my vagina hurts real bad... back to top Mystery Bus ©1989 shockorama music pub. / lyrics & melody by Bob Schneider Take a look around you tell me what do you see May look familiar but it don't make much sense to me Take a look around you tell what do you find Lots of questions but the answers're harder to come by And the world keeps turning And the world keeps turning And the world keeps turning round and round your head Riding on a mystery bus Life ain't nothing but a mystery Got to get around got to get around Everybody got to get around Got to get around got to get around Everybody got to get around And the world keeps turning And the world keeps turning And the world keeps turning round and round your head Riding on a mystery bus Life ain't nothing but a mystery back to top Mystery Date lyrics by Bob Schneider Mystery date My mystery date I don't know your name girl But I know my semen is gone Mystery date Sweet mystery date Can you run to the store And buy me some gatorade My mystery date Sweet mystery date Did we meet at the black cat Or the coppertank I'm sure I'll remember But right now I'm drawing a blank Mystery date My mystery date You know I love you but please Take your stinky panties And get out of my apartment Don't ever ever teeth my penis You wrinkled stinky genius Mystery date Sweet mystery date I know it sounds lame That I don't know your name And you're not to blame So don't be ashamed (it's driving me insane) My mystery date