Lyrics/Music Yellen/Pokrass
Why are grown up peoples faces
Wrinkled like a lot of prunes
Money money that`s what chases them
Around like crazy loon`s
I think they make a big mistake
Wealth and happiness that counts
Are free to all in large amounts
There`s millions worth of golden sunbeams
That everybody can possess
All Gods children got success
Come and get your happiness
There`s billions worth of silver moonbeams
Enough for everyone I guess
What`s a million more or less
Come and get your happiness
Among the wildwood of your happy childhood
Where you were Jill`s and Jack
In raggy britches there`s a lot of riches
On which you don`t pay any income tax
So get under their blue heaven
Away from trouble and distress
Just find Mother Nature`s address
And come and get your happiness
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