I've got the too happy blues and I'm bouncing in my shoes
I don't want to hear the news and have it f*cking up my mood
Because dude, I don't know how I'm supposed to live my life
Should I want to live alone or have three children and a wife
The news gets me feeling unnecessary strife
While the too happy blues has got simple advice
Go and slice the world wide web out of your life
And stop focusing on unnecessary strife
When your laughter isn't fake, you may get a bellyache
And your cheeks may hurt from smiling
From the joys you are compiling
It's all a side effect of turning off the f*cking news
That only serves to f*ck up everyone's too happy blues
So go ahead and turn it off, the f*cking news
And find your way to suffering your own too happy blues