Please Don't Make Me Too Happy

歌詞

Used to be You were bad for me And every night I'd pray For you to change Then you did So it's strange When I hear myself say... Please don't make me too happy Because if you do My songwriting will suffer From the bliss you'll put me through Nothing's quite as boring As two people this in love We'll be so blinded by the stars in our eyes We won't see the stars above We'll see rainbows in a naked sky And in puddles on the ground We'll draw rainbows on those tablecloths In cute restaurants downtown We'll pet puppies when we meet them Peek at babies in their strollers We'll love everyone completely Right wing atheists Left wing bowlers We'll hold hands in the supermarket We'll make out in the movies And for no apparent reason We'll start singing 'Feelin' Groovy' Paul Simon was in love when he wrote that though not like he is now with Edie Brickell I hope they're happy but not that happy Or their songwriting will go to hell Please don't make me too happy I'm Catholic, you're Jewish Get my drift? We were born to suffer So cool it with the gifts And watch it with the flowers And the perfume and the wine I know we'll be in trouble If we start smiling all the time I'll write songs about pink sunsets And long walks along the ocean You'll buy Kenny G recordings You'll learn to do the locomotion We'll read Barbara Cartland novels Cry at the end of every chapter We'll believe it when she writes that With heaving bosoms the lovers "lived happily ever after" then we'll rent 'Old Yeller', 'An Affair To Remember', then 'Casablanca' And anything and everything That stars Annette Funicello And Paul Anka (I mean Frankie Avalon I always get the mixed up Because they're both Prisoners of their hair-dos) We won't care about the environment We won't watch Headline News Our IQ's will drop to nothing We won't understand the blues (blues riff plays) Was that the blues? I didn't understand it! Please don't make me too happy I'll grow accustomed to this way of life I'll turn sentimental, you'll turn sappy I'll want to be your wife I'll stop hating shopping I will learn to cook a roast I'll take up a hobby, perhaps pottery That's what Demi Moore did in 'Ghost' Oh she was so very happy But Jesus how she cried Do you think there'll be a sequel Or will Patrick Swayze stay on the other side? A wise man once told me 'Your greatest fear is your deepest wish' Men like him confuse me Already my IQ is starting to dip See? That wasn't a very good rhyme I fear my rhyming days are through 'Cause all I can think of are rainbows and puppies And rainbows and puppies and rainbows And babies You make me so happy It's really getting me mad Anger is so awful Now I'm getting morose But that makes me happy It's a vicious cycle that I'm on If you keep making me happy One day you'll look and I'll be Not here anymore Yes, I'll be walking down that long, lonesome, horrible, pathetic road No babies, no puppies no rainbows on that road It will be long and horrible and lonesome But it will feel familiar and I'll have A great big smile on my face What do you mean, you don't understand me? Men! Go Figure