I sound like Michael Stipe and I dream like Carl Jung
and I look just like a show girl who sleeps with her makeup on
And I'm ready for the foot lights to play the part I'm cast
I may not be a star but I'm happy at last

I dance like Billy Budd, and I pray like Dinah Shore
I disappear like Garbo but I come back wanting more
And I don't know where I'm going
I'm running out of cash
I may not be well off but I'm happy at last
you know I may not be well off but I'm happy at last

I'm not as smart as a Sunday Times
crossword puzzle
Big words get me into trouble
I never see the light shine down,
I burn too fast
I may be pale but I'm happy at last
I'm happy at last

I have a friend back home who likes to sleep all day
He packs his pipe reflects on life
and dreams his debt away
He still lives with his parents just like he always has
He may not always know it but he's happy at last
you know he may not always know it but he's happy at last
Happy at last
Happy at last