Here's my happy pop song I think I heard it once before I think I wrote it in my sleep last night Before I knew what it was written for Here's my happy pop song For my future kids to sing I think I wrote it in my sleep last night It's got no purpose, got no need, need But it can make my old man smile Make him tap his knee Make my mama proud Make my label for once content with me Make my old man smile And make him dance around Make my label Are you proud, are you proud, are you proud, are you proud now? 'Cause I'm a happy so-and-so I've been living in a dream I've been playing on the platform At Church Avenue and nobody God bless you, Little India 'Cause you're always blessing me You've been giving me a dollar Even when you weren't listening Listening, listening Listening, listening, listening Listening, listening, listening Listening, listening Even when you weren't listening, listening Listening, listening, listening Listening, listening, listening It can make my old man smile Make him tap his knee For just a little while Nothing's real, nothing's real, nothing's real, nothing's real, nothing's real Make my mama laugh And make her joke around Make my label Are you proud? Are you proud? Are you proud now? Are you proud now? Are you proud, are you proud, are you proud, are you proud? Here's my happy pop song I think I wrote it in my sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
