He Tells Himself He's Happy

Look at him, he dials the number
Lucky Jim, he’s so misunderstood
So he slams it down for good
And he tells himself he’s happy
He tells himself he’s happy
He tells himself he’s happy
He tells himself
Couldn’t tape with Dr. Gizmo
She’s got a pain for which there is no cure
She’s a solo, that’s for sure
And she tells herself she’s happy
She tells herself she’s happy
She tells herself she’s happy
She tells herself
So she tells herself she’s happy
And so she tells herself
So she tells herself she’s happy
And so she tells herself
Look at me, right where you left me
How pitifully I face that empty bed
I’m just hanging by a thread
And I tell myself I’m happy
I tell myself I’m happy
I tell myself I’m happy
I tell myself
So I tell myself I’m happy
And so I tell myself
So I tell myself I’m happy
And so I tell myself
So you tell yourself you’re happy
And so you tell yourself
So you tell yourself you’re happy
And so you tell yourself
So you tell yourself you’re happy
So you tell yourself
So you tell yourself you’re happy
So you tell yourself
So you tell yourself you’re happy
So you tell yourself