You can never, ever make a difference You will always, always be on the defence Pride and race that don't make no sense When you couldn't put sense in a sentence Happy Days You will condemn in me the things you love the most Could you ever, ever see the thing right through Happy days Or take, maybe an individual point of view And just what did you ever have to say? When i look at you, i see sweet F.A! Old happy days are here again You will condemn in me, the things you Love the most You will condemn and roast the things you want the most Happy days You could never find an answer inside a book And this can only be true because you would never look You can stand on you head and spout the rhetoric But the only problem you have, is forensic Happy days You ignorant twat You are too proud You are too loud And none of it originates from you You will condemn and roast the things in me You love the most Happy days Dont you love me The things you love the most Happy days Dont you love me