Make It Happy
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And make it happy
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And make it fun
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And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
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And make it happy
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And make it fun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
Well, I'm goin' to the grocery on the corner
For to buy me a coke and some gum
Well, I'm goin' to the grocery on the corner
I'm a drinkin' son of a gun
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And make it happy
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And make it fun
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And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
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Well, I whistle in the spring and the fall
Well, I whistle when I'm walkin' in the winter
Or else I don't go walkin' at all
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And make it happy
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And make it fun
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And make it happy
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You know, I work until my day is done
You know, when I come home late in the evenin'
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And make it fun
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And make it happy
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And make it happy
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And make it fun
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And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
Well, I'm goin' to the grocery on the corner
For to buy me a coke and some gum
Well, I'm goin' to the grocery on the corner
I'm a drinkin' son of a gun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
Well, I whistle when I'm walkin' in the summer
Well, I whistle in the spring and the fall
Well, I whistle when I'm walkin' in the winter
Or else I don't go walkin' at all
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
You know, I wake up early in the mornin'
You know, I work until my day is done
You know, when I come home late in the evenin'
I'm a happy son of a gun
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And make it happy
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And make it fun
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And make it happy
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And make it happy
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And make it fun
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And make it fun
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And make it happy
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And make it happy
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And make it fun
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And make it happy
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And make it fun
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And make it happy
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And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
And I mean, I'm a happy son of a gun
And I mean, I'm a happy son of a gun
And I mean, I'm a happy son of a gun
Now, now I'm too happy
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Writer(s): Lyle Pearce Lovett
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