Happiness Is a Worn Pun
Well I'm on the last bus
You look like a murderess
A ba-ba-barbarian
Dyslexic librarian
She looks me in disgust
There's no room for distrust
I'll shake like a Quaker
So see you later
We roar
She think like a preacher
Who doubts her career
Me big in consumer
Me consumed by fear
Dysfunctional sasquatch
In a bowling alley
It's no such heavy
It's funny anyway
We roar
And the sasquatch says
Happiness is a worn pun
We roar
Writer/s: CIAN CIARAN, DAFYDD IEUAN, GRUFF RHYS, GUTO PRYCE, HUW BUNFORD
