marry me

Here's a little song i wrote, you might want to sing it note for note, don't worry, be happy.

in every life we have some trouble, when you worry you make it double, 

don't worry, be happy. dont worry be happy now, dont worry be happy, 

dont worry be happy, dont worry be happy, dont worry be happy, , aint got no 

place to lay your head, somebody came and took your bed, don't worry, be happy.
the landlord say your rent is late, he may have to litagate,

 dont worry (LOVELY LAUGH) be happy, 

 
look at me...  im happy! ... don't worry, be happy.
i give you my phone number, when your worried, call me, i make you happy, 

don't worry, be happy.  aint got no cash, aint got no style, aint got no gal to make 

you smile but don't worry, be happy.
cos when you worry, your face will frown, and that will bring everybody down, 

so don't worry, be happy,  don't worry, be happy now...now there this song i wrote,

 i hope you you learned it note for note, like good little children, dont worry be happy
listen to what i say, in your life expect some

 trouble, 

  when you worry you make it double,

 dont worry be happy

 
                                   be happy now.

This is a song about a song

Song About A Song

Welcome to this song, which I wrote all myself
It’s all about this song, which I did write
It’s a filler track, so if you care to listen, help yourself
But if you skip this one, I won’t hold it in spite
I’m sitting in my bedroom knowing that I’ve only got one track
To go until this compilation’s complete
So I’m going to cheat, and rush it so that I can get a snack
I feel bad, but can’t help but admit defeat
And I’m sure you’d love to know
About some girl who with romantically I’m taking it slow
But I don’t have the time to wait
For a love story to propagate
I’d much prefer to demonstrate
My thoroughly excited state
At this song which I do now create
Ah, This is a song about a song
Ah, This is a song about a song
Self referential humour makes up most of what I do
And so this tune should come as no surprise
To the eyes that have followed me, that watch as I construe
My observations from which ideas arise
I can’t help but love it when I sing about me singing
About me singing about my songs
And I know that I should let go of this technique that I’m clinging
But my cold dead hands is are you’ll have to take it from
And I’m sure you’d love to know
About some story of a break up that I could bestow
But I don’t have the time to wait
For a love story to propagate
I’d much prefer to demonstrate
My thoroughly excited state
At this song which I do now create
Ah, This is a song about a song
Ah, This is a song about a song
And I should probably put a bridge here but I’m going to cut it short

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