Happiness Is a Chemical
On the glass that wraps the telephone box
An impatient bystander knocks
Put the receiver back down in it's place
In the some things should be said to the face
I'm a believer
You're stripped of all your worldly powers
And starring at the opposite apartment block for hours
You say that each window is just a TV channel
And you'd surrender all your so-called friends for flowers
And you'd rather be sleeping in the paddock with the horses
While the stars cross the sky's on their prescribed courses
Can you take me with you when you go?
Because love is just a lazy generalisation that we use for 100 different
feelings and as many situations going through each others pockets is not like
us and flattery will get you somewhere and your happiness is just a chemical
A constant feeling you're being watched
All your good intentions so clumsily botched
A kiss sent down the telephone line can come out sounding like a bug getting
And grasshoppers fling erratic parabolas
While you're drowning ants with your can of cola
Can you take me with you when you go?
Separate the parts and give them titles
Lungs are for songs and eyes are for feasting
And butter's for a bee sting
Can somebody please check my vitals?
An impatient bystander knocks
Put the receiver back down in it's place
In the some things should be said to the face
I'm a believer
You're stripped of all your worldly powers
And starring at the opposite apartment block for hours
You say that each window is just a TV channel
And you'd surrender all your so-called friends for flowers
And you'd rather be sleeping in the paddock with the horses
While the stars cross the sky's on their prescribed courses
Can you take me with you when you go?
Because love is just a lazy generalisation that we use for 100 different
feelings and as many situations going through each others pockets is not like
us and flattery will get you somewhere and your happiness is just a chemical
A constant feeling you're being watched
All your good intentions so clumsily botched
A kiss sent down the telephone line can come out sounding like a bug getting
And grasshoppers fling erratic parabolas
While you're drowning ants with your can of cola
Can you take me with you when you go?
Separate the parts and give them titles
Lungs are for songs and eyes are for feasting
And butter's for a bee sting
Can somebody please check my vitals?
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Writer(s): Harold Arlen, E.y. Harburg
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