If there's a coin operated
Machine for happiness
Then point me in the direction
Of a local retailer,
I want all the bells and whistles,
The deluxe model,
I'll take it in candy apple red
And sleep with it
Nestled tight when dreams
Are fed to me just right,
I'll carry it with me to the bar
And all the girls will know
That, hey, that guys happy,
I bet he has his life together,
A real go-getter
I assume his role in society
Is fitting and fine
A model citizen to which
all admire,
But this machine you can buy,
This machine that is easily
Accessible and fits
Into most overhead
storage compartments
Is not for sale,
Because what you need to have it
Is what it actually might be