He Tells Himself He's Happy - Michael Franks

Look at him, he dials the number

Lucky Jim, he’s so misunderstood

So he slams it down for good

And he tells himself he’s happy

He tells himself he’s happy

He tells himself he’s happy

He tells himself

Couldn’t tape with Dr. Gizmo

She’s got a pain for which there is no cure

She’s a solo, that’s for sure

And she tells herself she’s happy

She tells herself she’s happy

She tells herself she’s happy

She tells herself

So she tells herself she’s happy

And so she tells herself

So she tells herself she’s happy

And so she tells herself

Look at me, right where you left me

How pitifully I face that empty bed

I’m just hanging by a thread

And I tell myself I’m happy

I tell myself I’m happy

I tell myself I’m happy

I tell myself

So I tell myself I’m happy

And so I tell myself

So I tell myself I’m happy

And so I tell myself

So you tell yourself you’re happy

And so you tell yourself

So you tell yourself you’re happy

And so you tell yourself

So you tell yourself you’re happy

So you tell yourself

So you tell yourself you’re happy

So you tell yourself

So you tell yourself you’re happy

So you tell yourself