the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold Hey, I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good I'm on the pursuit
on the pursuit of happiness. I know everything that shines ain't always gold I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good I'm on the pursuit of happiness
Well, I don't hate my parents I don't get drunk just to spite them I've got my own reasons to drink now I think I'll call my dad up and invite him I
Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
I'm the singer, I'm the singer in the band You're the loser, I won't dismiss you out of hand You've got a beautiful face It will take you places You
I'm bored out of my mind, too sick to even care I'll take a little walk, nobody's going to know I'm in senior year, it gives you a little free time I'
For the price of a cup of tea You'd get a line of coke For the price of a night with me You'd be the village joke For the price of a pint of milk I'll
Mornington crescent, I think of you Rain in the southeast, men feeling blue Men in their bowlers, kids with their spats Ladies with chauffeurs, dogs wearing
Morning prayers took the girl unawares She was late for class and she knew it The broadcaster had a voice that was soothing She couldn't tell if it was
Tired like the beggar with the cold inside his bones And looking for the pleasure that he knew was so far gone So far gone I took a turn to myself and
Well, my heart has fallen down Thought I'd talked myself around But to be myself completely I've just got to let you down Well, I knew I'd say goodbye
Honey lovin' you is the greatest thing I get to be myself and I get to sing I get to play at being irresponsible I come home late and I love your soul
Well, look at the kid from school He's teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool He's changing fashion, the way he dress The tracksuits are old
You're a white collar boy and you gave into the law Give in to the pressure, the cops gonna getcha You were a thieving dog at work until they caught your
Honey sweet apples, they're rotting away Millions of people never start in the race There's stuff on our plates that has not been alive Someone pays full
Sukie was the kid, she liked to hangout in the graveyard She did brass rubbings, she learned, you never had to press hard When she was finished hanging
goes 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round again 'Round and 'round and 'round and 'round again The pursuit of happiness The pursuit of happiness The pursuit of happiness The pursuit