Happiness Stan - Intellectual

[Intro]

Are you all sitting comftybold, two square on your botty?

Then I'll begin

Once upon a time in a land of greens

Where the sky was silky soft and full of colored dreams

Deep inside a rainbow lived Happiness Stan

In a small Victoriana charabanc

Evening will be here quite soon

Stan can sit and watch the moon

Watching as the white light slowly makes the night bright

Hours slipping by while time stands still

Think of black and black will think for you

It's coloured Stan in bruises of the darkness that he knew

For black had stolen half the moon away

No-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

No-oh-oh-oh

Now of course, like all real life experience stories

This also begins once a polly tito

And Happiness Stan, whose life evolved ne' ephemeral colour dreamy most

Had his pure existence and his being a deep joy of the multicolour of the rainbold

Oh yes, his home's a Victoriana charibold, this the four-wheel folloped ft-ft-ft out the backgrove

Now as Eaved and his deep approachey, his eye on the moon

All time some time deep joy of a full moon scintillating dangly in the heavenly bode, but now only half

"Oh, blow your cool, man!" he dood this deep thoughcus

"What is the folly of this half disappearing of the moony most?"

And as the light did a scintillating change through timely most

Stopped still, and he did a deep thoughcus, "What?"

Absolutely smashing flaked he was

So gathering all behind in the hintermost

He ploddy-ploddy forward into the deep fundemold of the complicading forry to sort this one out matey

"Where at, man?" He thoucus, "where at, man? Oh dear"