I been long, a long way from here Put on a poncho and played for mosquitoes And drank 'til I was thirsty again We went searchin', through thrift store jungles Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo And Benny Goodman's corset and pen Well, okay, I made this up I promised you I'd never give up If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad? You get down, real low down You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train Well, who hasn't been there before? I come 'round, around the hard way Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread And serve you French toast again Well, okay, I still get stoned I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad? If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad?