There ain’t much to me
Not to mention I ain’t got much money,
But I got just the things I need
So I should be happy.

All the bills are paid
And no one’s after me on the answering machine.
Every one’s alive and well in my family
So I should be happy.

I can dance and sing at the top of my lungs
(this you gotta see to believe!)
In the room I occupy alone
Without a roommate waking me up in the wee hours
So I should be happy.

I’ve got a damn good man
Who doesn’t steal the covers from me every night
And leave the toilet seat up for me to fall in
Because he’s an ocean away
So I should be happy.

I can walk freely
Without being shot at or attacked
And the country boasts the best protection
That money can buy
So I should be happy.

But that’s the thing!

How can I be complete by this current logic
And not feel complete?

See, this the kind of dilemma I get into
When I think too much.

I oughta just turn my mind off
So I could be happy.

Anyone know how to flick the switch?