Happy Land Songtext
von Harpers Bizarre

The wind is cold, the morning skies are grey
And through the fog I walk along the bay
Past a regiment of rusty swings
On sandy fields of broken things

A Ferris wheel was turnin′
And roller coaster roared
Summer sun was burnin'
On the hot dog stands and the candy stores

They had chocolate ice cream
And apples on a stick
Big old jars with gumdrops in ′em
And if you guessed it right, you'd win 'em

Happyland, Happyland
Land that dreams are made of
Happyland, Happyland
You could have a real nice time
Any ride for just one dime


What a great place to be four, five
And they left you alone
They have these cars that you could drive in
Pretend you were grown
I was much better off when I was pretendin′
Everything′s far too real

Happyland, Happyland
Land that dreams are made of
Carousels, wishin' wells
Ba-da-da, da-da, da-da
Da, da-da-da

Ferris wheel was turnin′
And roller coaster roared
Summer sun was burnin'
On the hot dog stands and the candy stores

A Ferris wheel was turnin′
And the roller coaster roared
Summer sun was burnin'