What day is this so I can sing

The kind of day you start recycling

You feel so good you could explode

Or stand around out by the road

Sometimes it makes me sick

Yah I'd rather puke

Or get poked with a stick

Than see your face

Then I think of the decision I made

That makes me happy all over again

Just like birds to the sky and fish to the sea

I'm as happy as can be