Lyrics: Ann Hampton Callaway. Hip To Be Happy.

You can walk around life
With a cloud over your head
Feelin' glum, feelin' numb
Thinkin' it's cool to be discontented
That ev'rything is demented
You're gonna feel sad
Life's gonna be bad
And ev'ry single morning
You'll wake up feeling bereft
'Cause your get-up-and-go got up and left

CHORUS

But ('Cause) don't you know that it's
Hip to be happy
To give life a big hello
It's hip to be happy
To say yes when the world says no
It's hip to be happy
The light is green
Come on, let's go!

Yes, the fashion police
Are gonna slap you with a fine
If you're depressed and overdressed
Wearin' a chip upon your shoulder
It makes you look older
What's with the pout?
Baggage is out
Accessorizing is an art
You must acquire to make a catch
So put on a smile with shoes to match

CHORUS

All you artists out there
Must especially beware
Don't be bought by the thought
"You must suffer for your creation"
Pain's not a vocation
Forget the abyss
And follow your bliss
The cutting off of ears
Is not a great-art-guarantee
It was good for Van Gogh but not you and me

CHORUS

'Cause don't you know that it's
Hip to be happy
To give life a big hello
It's hip to be happy
To say yes when the world says no
It's hip to be pealing with laughter
It's hip to be grinning ever after
It's hip, inspite of it all
It's hip to be happy!

(Thanks to Rafael for these lyrics)