In Happyland we sing our song of pride in riches from squalor, we read our press and nod along while worshipping the dollar. Take pride in our irrefutable past, mansions built from sugar and cotton, take heed of that flag, pride of the mast and keep saluting till you have forgotten. So sing up proudly, loud as you can, all you good, obedient songbirds and don’t forget, keep your eyes on the man who is checking you know all the words. In Happyland we sing our song, the pride of a nation strong and fair, our children marching keenly along, right arms angled into the air. Harry Gallagher
