Now if you wanna be happy let me tell ya how to do it,
You get up in the morning at you get right to it,
You bring home the bacon and you make a little bread,
Get a little sleepy and you go back to bed.
Life don't have to mean nothing at all.
Well if everyone says your a little too tall,
Dye your hair orange and put a ring in your ear,
And you can make forty-seven million dollars a year.
You can be a jockey if you ain't got no fear,
And you can make forty-seven million dollars a year.
Life don't have to mean nothing at all.
Be good to your sister, good to your brother,
Good to your papa, and good to your mother,
Life don't have to mean nothing at all.
Now if your a con-man looking for a pigeon,
Get on tv and make a money request,
and they can all go to heaven while they're starving to death,
Beat somebody up around the ears
and you can make forty-seven million dollars a year,
Get that office and get that power,
And you can spend forty-seven million dollars and hour.