I sound like Michael Stipe and I dream like Carl Jung

and I look just like a show girl who sleeps with her makeup on

And I'm ready for the foot lights to play the part I'm cast

I may not be a star but I'm happy at last



I dance like Billy Budd, and I pray like Dinah Shore

I disappear like Garbo but I come back wanting more

And I don't know where I'm going

I'm running out of cash

I may not be well off but I'm happy at last

you know I may not be well off but I'm happy at last



BRIDGE: I'm not as smart as a Sunday Times

crossword puzzle

Big words get me into trouble

I never see the light shine down,

I burn too fast

I may be pale but I'm happy at last

I'm happy at last



I have a friend back home who likes to sleep all day

He packs his pipe reflects on life

and dreams his debt away

He still lives with his parents just like he always has

He may not always know it but he's happy at last

you know he may not always know it but he's happy at last

Happy at last

Happy at last