Is da mic on? Oké... There we go.... again... Terrible... Look at me go, floating somewhere above the street. Sunlight in my coffee, while everyone I meet... they hate me.The corners of my mouth are taped to my ears. I’m so happy I’m losing my mind, shedding joyful tears. The birds are singing techno, flowers dancing in a row. Got a grin on my face, everywhere I go.It’s hideous. Oi, mate... what’s with that face? You look like you’ve swallowed a coat hanger. I can't help it. It's the joy. It's physical. It's idiotic. Right proper mental, that. Hold me beer. Oi... look at me, innit? Walkin' down the high street, grinnin' like a blooming muppet. Me face is achin', muscles breakin', but I can't even stop it. Found a fiver on the pavement, skip-hoppin' like a clown. Saturdays in London, and I'm the only bloke who ain't got a frown. Sun’s out, guns out... but me soul is feelin' grey. I’m so happy it’s a liberty, gettin' in me own way. Give us a break, mate. My jaws are cramping, it actually physically hurts. Who decided being happy was a blessing, not a curse? Found a tenner in my pocket, got a high-five from the breeze. I’m so happy even a puppy wants me to stop, please. Every step is a skip, every word is a song. Drowning in positivity, and it feels so wrong. It’s getting worse. I just hugged a traffic warden. You what? That’s assault, bruv. You’ve lost the plot completely. It's embarrassing. I know. It's idiotic. Me missus thinks I’m havin’ a laugh, or maybe lost the plot. I’m buzzin’ like a broken fridge, boilin’ in the pot. I’m so upbeat, I’m down-right dangerous, d’ya see? Birds an' bees an' blossom trees... get 'em away from me. Every single thing is sunshine, every single thing is gold. I’m too happy for me own good, if the truth be told.It’s a mug's game, this. Rainbows shooting from my sleeves, glitter in my hair. Even the taxman sent a card, showing that he cares. Waking up with a leap, no alarm, no regret. I’m the champion of misplaced joy, the best one yet....'. I’m so cheerful, I’m like a human pogo-stick... annoying. Look at that pigeon over there. Even he's disgusted by ya. I just want to sit in a bin and feel sad. But I can't. I'm too... ugh... happy. My face is tight, my skin is stretched thin. I’m so happy, it’s basically a sin. Sun shining through my skull, my heart’s a big balloon. I wish I could just cry, maybe sometime soon. But no, there goes another smile, wide and absurd. The most hated, happy guy the neighborhood’s ever heard. Right, I'm off to the pub to find someone miserable. This is too much. Take me with you. I'll just smile at the bar until they kick us out. Nah, you’re on your own, mate. You’re a liability. Yay. Whoo. Mebbe next toim, stick to the pills the doc gave ya, ya muppet!
