Happyland

The wind is cold, the morning skies are grey And through the fog I walk along the bay Past a regiment of rusty swings On sandy fields of broken things A Ferris wheel was turnin' And roller coaster roared Summer sun was burnin' On the hot dog stands and the candy stores They had chocolate ice cream And 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 grown I was much better off when I was pretendin' Everything's far too real Happyland, Happyland Land that dreams are made of Carousels, wishin' wells Ba-da-da, da-da, da-da Da, da-da-da Ferris wheel was turnin' And roller coaster roared Summer sun was burnin' On the hot dog stands and the candy stores A Ferris wheel was turnin' And the roller coaster roared Summer sun was burnin'