Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sing Me a Happy Song, artist - Georgia Stitt
Date of issue: 28.11.2011
Song language: English
Sing Me a Happy Song |
He wasn’t much to look at. |
I wouldn’t call him «fun.» |
He was twelve years old, |
And I was just eleven. |
My friends thought I was crazy, |
But my innocence was won |
By the boy who introduced my heart to heaven. |
He was the smartest boy |
In the whole sixth grade, |
And I couldn’t believe I’d found him. |
Though his teeth were in braces |
And his Dockers were frayed, |
I just wanted to be around him. |
There are men who make you lose yourself |
Or fill you with regret, |
But Adam won my lifelong love |
Because he played the clarinet. |
Doo do doo. |
Doo do doo… |
I wanted nothing more |
Than to share a stand |
With this prodigy of perfection. |
I dreamt of afterschool practice |
With the junior high band, |
Where we’d sit in the woodwind section. |
So I marched into the band room |
And became a devotee. |
For Adam was my lifelong love, |
And this would make him notice me. |
Doo do doo. |
Doo doo doo… |
Oh… how I practiced. |
God, did I suck. |
Adam gave lessons; |
I was in luck! |
All the scales he made me learn by heart. |
I had never seen him look so cute! |
I told him that his music was an art. |
He told me that his girlfriend played the flute. |
I was the dumbest girl |
In the whole fifth grade, |
And now everyone else had seen it. |
I announced I’d quit the band; |
My decision had been made, |
But I wished that I didn’t mean it. |
For the music had a hold on me, |
Much more than any fling. |
I knew I’d found my lifelong love, |
And Adam didn’t mean a thing. |
The marching band was not for me, |
But in the choir, I could sing. |
Doo doo doo. |
Doo doo doo… |
He was the smartest boy |
In the whole sixth grade. |
Alternative Lyrics: |
She wasn’t much to look at. |
I wouldn’t call her «fun.» |
She was twelve years old, |
And I was just eleven. |
My friends thought I was crazy, |
But my innocence was won |
By the girl who introduced my heart to heaven. |
She was the smartest girl |
In the whole sixth grade, |
And I couldn’t believe I’d found her. |
Though her hair was a mousy mop |
Of messy French braid, |
I just wanted to be around her. |
Sometimes women make you lose yourself |
Or fill you with regret, |
But Molly won my lifelong love |
Because she played the clarinet. |
Doo do doo. |
Doo do doo… |
I wanted nothing more |
Than to share a stand |
With this prodigy of perfection. |
I dreamt of afterschool practice |
With the junior high band, |
Where we’d sit in the woodwind section. |
So I marched into the band room |
And became a devotee. |
For Molly was my lifelong love, |
And this would make her notice me. |
Doo do doo. |
Doo doo doo… |
Oh… how I practiced. |
God, did I suck. |
Molly gave lessons; |
I was in luck! |
All the scales she made me learn by heart. |
I had never seen her look so cute! |
I told her that her music was an art. |
She told me that her boyfriend played the flute. |
I was the dumbest boy |
In the whole fifth grade, |
And now everyone else had seen it. |
I announced I’d quit the band; |
My decision had been made, |
But I wished that I didn’t mean it. |
For the music had a hold on me, |
Much more than any fling. |
I knew I’d found my lifelong love, |
And Molly didn’t mean a thing. |
The marching band was not for me, |
But in the choir, I could sing. |
Doo doo doo. |
Doo doo doo… |
She was the smartest girl |
In the whole sixth grade. |