I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot  but that's the only bad quirky dinks I got   that and maybe the whole murdering aspect  but we really ain't even got to that yet  I love people, I love everything about them  and that's why I gotta live life without them  I know it don't make any sence to you but fuck you  this songs about me exclusively  murder, murderous, murderation  the murdering mentality without an explanation  I'm Mr. Happy and I ride a bike  I ain't got a seat I just sit on the pipe thing  I whistle, I sing, ill pet your poodle  ill twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle  cause I'm so happy ill stab your ass  and lay down next to you dead on the grass  and sing  Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy  happy happy happy  I'm happy, happy, happiest  I'm happy, happy, happiest  I'm happy, happy, happiest  I murder murder murder you (must kill you)[sung during murder murder murder]  ill murder murder murder you  ill murder murder murder you  ill murder murder murder you  I love you, so hand me you neck  let me teach you about love and respect  respect the fact that I love to kill  wait a minute y'all I gotta take my pill  Zanoffs.. it works : down to only 3 people a day  my victims, I give them love and care  I don't wanna get blood everywhere  I don't use a chainsaw or a butcher knife  that's so 90's get it right  I never mutilate or chop my loves  all I really need is a pair of gloves  or maybe a car, ill run 'em down wit it  I know that can be messy but the birds will get it  don't you see that I love you  I'm mr. happy I'm all about fun  Now get into the pit and try to kill someone  Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy  happy happy happy  I'm happy, happy, happiest  I'm happy, happy, happiest  I'm happy, happy, happiest  its found murder murder murder you  ill murder murder murder you  ill murder murder murder you  ill murder murder murder you  my bike has a basket full of strawberries  I picked them myself along with apples and cherries  lemons and oranges and boogers and limes  plus there's a faygo in there but that's mine  red flowers like after your dead  I plant seeds and growem out the side of your head  I got flowers all over the back yard  in the form of a jokers card  Uh ohh feels good  I like the chuckel of my neighborhood  I'm one of them midnight creeps at dennys  talking to myself and lickin my pennys  I got a french fry hangin out of my beard  (don't go near that guy he's weird)  you know I'm all good and everythings all right  when you hear this scream in the middle of the night  like this:  Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy  happy happy happy  I'm happy, happy, happiest  I'm happy, happy, happiest  I'm happy, happy, happiest  its found murder murder murder you  ill murder murder murder you  ill murder murder murder you  ill murder murder murder you  [repeats until song ends]