HappyDaysToyTown (Alternate US Mix)

And so Stan walked towards the cave
And in his mind, "Mark me word, Mad John"
Deep focus on this, all a tremblode
Looking into the dark and peering into the back grove of black in there
And then appeared Mad John
In fine, fine foldy silken robes
All whitely hair, scintillating beard and dangly
Well, the beard must have been thirty-four years old
To grow it and grow it all night lode, what?
And he was glowing with a friendly light
Oh dear, joy, and a voice full of the Cockney, Cockney, Cockney
All joy of life and living, emanate from the cockload of his heartstrings
"Called to see you, man, ha, what's been your hang-up, man?
I waiting seven whole days for ya
Not still worried about this scintillating moon and dangly, huh, huh?"
Stan, "Ye-ye-yes, that's why I sorting you out here
Tripply, tripply out on the back of this fly who told me, huh"
And John linked arms with him and walking out stepper by stepper
And he pointed with a Cockney forefingold
There, up in the heavenly bode, what?
Stan realized now, which it struck him like a smacker o' blueidy
Which coming out, turn you never thoucus before
As the sun rise in the early morny, so the recall of the moon in the eve
Ah, and he thought
Now, the fly had something extra special you thoucus to say to me if you hold
And John looked happy and attracting his earnestly of his eyebolds
Straight nose to nose and eye to eye, hold for it
Of course, I nearly forgot it, just you listen

Life is just a bowl of All-Bran
You wake up every morning and it's there
So live as only you can
It's all about enjoy it 'cause ever since you saw it
There ain't no one can take it away
So life is just a bowl of All-Bran (Very true)
What you say has made it very clear
To be sure I'll live as best as I can
But how can I remember to keep it all together
When half the moon is taken away? (Well)

I've got the very thing
If you can laugh and sing
Give me those happy days, Toytown, newspaper smiles
We'll clap twice, lean back, twist for a while
Well, when you're untogether and feeling out of tune
Sing this special song with me, don't worry 'bout the moon
Looks after itself

Can I have a go?
Yes
Yeah?
Sing now

Give me those happy days, Toytown, newspaper smile
We'll clap twice, lean back, we'll twist for a while (Yes)
Well, now you've got the hang of it
There's nothing you can't do with it
Well, if you're very tuned to it, you can't go wrong

All together

Give us those happy days, Toytown, newspaper smile
We'll clap twice, lean back, we'll twist for a while
Well, now we've got the hang of it
There's nothing we can't do with it
And now we're very into it, we can't go wrong

So remember the very special words
Happy-day-long, Toylytown, newspaper-reading, chuckly smile-oad
They all have a lovely turn
Gnomespain, Huckelberry, fickle tickle my fingold
Boy Blue left his horn stuffing under the settee and brought his melotrone
And freaked 'em all out, oh, what a mindblast
Jacky Jill, knees up, Mother Brodie
Oh, what a joy of a trickly howathere
I hope you'll turn out three quarters half as lovely, won't you wouldn't half and enjoy it
Study cool, won't ya?

Give me those happy days, Toytown, newspaper smile
Clap twice, lean back, we'll twist for a while
Well, now that we've got the hang of it
There's nothing we can't do with it
And if we're very into it, we can't go wrong
Give me those happy days, Toytown, newspaper smile