Feliz Días





My soul's bottle of booze;

Gets me higher than a gram of crack

     And happier than pay day


Puts my mind on mountains high,

And let's me sing praises to the Good Lord on High;

Lets me roar with air underneath my wings


With the wind flowing through my golden mane;



With arms lifted high like a football fan...

And yells as loud as an airplanes roar;

Music gives me happiness all the time


And overwhelmed and satisfied my soul-

Overflows my cup onto the table

And gives me a way to tell a story without words.


Music is my happiness, soul, and safe house.


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