Happy is the man who is happy
Sad is the man who is sad.
And where did you get your oilskin coat
It’s nifty and not too bad.
I got it from a chap deep in the ground
Whilst sojourning in Old Baghdad.
So your Slothskin cap and mandolin
Where you got them, can you say?
From a hippy trail and a crippled child
As I passed through Old Bombay.
The Moleskin coat is all the rage
Can I ask how it came to you?
Well I nicked it from a copper mine
While thieving in Peru.
Those Snakeskin boots are all the go
I assume you are the owner?
Yes of course I am I came by them
From an Injun in Arizona.
Now those leather slacks look rather sweet
I doubt I’ve seen any finer.
Yes I borrowed them from a bleeding corpse
While pillaging in China.
Your morals seem a little lapse
And your outfits need more thought.
But don’t you think I look a dish
In the clothes what I have bought?
The ink stained coat and sharkskin hat
Please tell me where you got hold of them.
From an old bent mule and three wise men
On the way to Bethlehem.
Happy is the man who is happy
Sad is the man who is sad.
