I belong, a long way from here I put on a poncho and played for mosquitoes And drank 'till I was thirsty again We went searching, through thrift store jungles Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo And Benny Goodman's cursive pen Well, okay, I made this up I promise 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? 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 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? We've been far, far away from here I put on a poncho and played for mosquitoes And everywhere in between Well, okay, we get along So what if right now, everything's wrong? 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?