Mr. Happy Go Lucky

In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners At the Hotel Flamingo, wearin black market shoes This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon No one wants to be lonely, no one wants to sing the blues She's perched like a parrot on his tux

Please be quiet, everyone's asleep Stella's locked her door and she's requested some peace She teaches the English at the American school She teaches imaginary numbers and the golden rule She says it's hard to worry about the future When your past is