| Perfect Day |
|---|
| Yeah |
| Let’s go! |
| Man, what a day, what a day |
| No work, no rain, no slavin' away |
| I rise to the sound of the songs of the birds, |
| and the smile of the sun on my face |
| eh! |
| I’m in the mood that’s kinda contageous, |
| I grin, you grin, we grin-ageous |
| Gone, help, free the saint |
| Come out the cold and ignite the flame |
| Now we’re togetha', of course i’m happy |
| In fact, you make, your ordinary |
| Swim from the soul, let’s board the fariy |
| Hop on the train, the more the merrier |
| eh! |
