Is You ‘Appy Chords

        C                   G
Is you 'appy? You gotta be 'appy
           D                 G
You got to be one hundred percent... I suppose!
        C                   G
Is you 'appy? You gotta be 'appy
           D                 G       Cadd9 G
You got to be one hundred percent... I sup-pose!
 
            G
What are ya lookin' peevish for?
 
Pick your jaw up off the floor.
        C
Was you smacked with a two by four?
 
Well, you're not broke out in sores.
    D
You ain't got no disease.
 
Don't go lookin' for sympathy,
 
'Cause I knows if you was me,
          G    D
You'd be 'appy.
 
 
      G
And I knows how 'ard it's got,
 
And yer guts is gone to rot,
        C
And yer life is all upsot,
 
And you're flashin' cold and hot.
     D
Suck back your nasal drip,
 
Stiffen up your lower lip;
 
You're not going to be missed,
                            G    D
So 'tis just as well to be 'appy.
 
 
        C                   G
Is you 'appy? You gotta be 'appy
           D                 G
You got to be one hundred percent... I suppose!
        C                   G
Is you 'appy? You gotta be 'appy
           D                 G       Cadd9 G
You got to be one hundred percent... I sup-pose!
 
  G
I know'd a feller once,
 
He was 'ere for several months;
       C
He got along with our bunch,
 
We know'd he was out to lunch.
       D
No one liked him real good,
 
Well, his mudder never could;
 
But, while he was stunned for good...
        G    D
He was 'appy.
 
    G
And then there's ugly Gord,
 
Last year he breaks out in warts;
      C
Looks like the livin' corpse,
 
Girls rather kiss his arse.
       D
Stinks like the rotten fish,
 
Tastes like the maggoty flesh;
 
We tolerates him I guess,
                                G    D
'Cause 'tis just as well to be 'appy.
 
 
        C                   G
Is you 'appy? You gotta be 'appy
           D                 G
You got to be one hundred percent... I suppose!
        C                   G
Is you 'appy? You gotta be 'appy
           D                 G       Cadd9 G
You got to be one hundred percent... I sup-pose!
 
 
    G
One certain feller here,
 
With nuttin' between his ears;
    C
One night he got on the beer,
 
Stripped off till he was bare.
     D
Went paradin' around the town,
 
Till the cops tracked him down;
 
He's in the mental now...
          G    D
But he's 'appy.
 
 
       G
Listen here... Take my advice,
 
Make sure you got no lice;
    C
Get yerself all smellin' nice,
 
Try to straighten out yer eyes.
         D
Haul yer boots up over yer pants,
 
Take yer partner out to dance;
 
'Cause now you got the chance,
                             G    D
And 'tis just as well to be 'appy.
 
        C                   G
Is you 'appy? You gotta be 'appy
           D                 G
You got to be one hundred percent... I suppose!
        C                   G
Is you 'appy? You gotta be 'appy
           D                 G       Cadd9 G
You got to be one hundred percent... I sup-pose!
 
 
 
How's ya boots??... Mind now!... Copesetic!
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