Lyrics/Music Yellen/Pokrass Why are grown up peoples faces Wrinkled like a lot of prunes Money money that's what chases them Around like crazy loon's I think they make a big mistake Wealth and happiness that counts Are free to all in large amounts There's millions worth of golden sunbeams That everybody can possess All Gods children got success Come and get your happiness There's billions worth of silver moonbeams Enough for everyone I guess What's a million more or less Come and get your happiness Among the wildwood of your happy childhood Where you were Jill's and Jack In raggy britches there's a lot of riches On which you don't pay any income tax So get under their blue heaven Away from trouble and distress Just find Mother Nature's address And come and get your happiness