Isn't it funny Aren't you glad The weather is sunny So why are you sad It isn't that hard dear You just have to let That fucking ray of sunlight All into your head Yes you look stunning But soon you'll get old Get something done dear You were raised of gold Isn't it lovely Look what I bought See being happy isn't As hard as you thought Aren't you thankful Do you not know Your dad is a rich man His wife is a hoe Your uncles are drinking Their minds are not whole But money will at least But money will at least But money will at least buy back their souls