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| Happyland (Randy Newman) The wind is cold, the morning skies are gray And through the fog I walk along the bay Past a regiment of rusty swings On sandy fields of broken things Ferris wheel was turnin and the roller coaster roared Summer sun was burning on the hot dog stands and the candy stores They had chocolate ice cream, apples on a stick Big old jars with gumdrops in 'em and if you guessed it right you'd win 'em - Happyland, Happyland, land that dreams are made of Happyland, Happyland You could have a real nice time, any ride for just one dime What a great place to be four, five and they left you alone They have these cars that you could drive in, pretend you were old I was much better off when I was pretending everything's far too real Happyland, Happyland, land that dreams are made of Carousels, wishing wells Da da da da da da da, da da da da Ferris wheel was turning... |