So if your life sucks complain about it
Grandma's does too, but you don't hear about that
All the sadness, crying little eyes
Always something to whine about but no prize
And if you must complain please take some of the blame
All roads lead to death why be glum, it's the best
Here comes Uncle Happy and the Death Squadron
Bringing joy to all the small children
So if you're good or bad, oh banana-rama
Don't be sad, smile for the camera
Uncle Happy's a good man, but nothing without his squadron
So his band, looking a little tawdry
Destruction comes, he sang for years
He's still with his band so you can rest your fears
Now Uncle Happy and his forty bastard children
Wish to leave a smile wider than a mile