Happy Pop
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 sleep
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 sleep
Credits
Writer(s): Elizabeth Ziman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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