I sound like Michael Stipe and I dream like Carl Jung
and I look just like a show girl who sleeps with her makeup on
And I'm ready for the foot lights to play the part I'm cast
I may not be a star but I'm happy at last
I dance like Billy Budd, and I pray like Dinah Shore
I disappear like Garbo but I come back wanting more
And I don't know where I'm going
I'm running out of cash
I may not be well off but I'm happy at last
you know I may not be well off but I'm happy at last
BRIDGE: I'm not as smart as a Sunday Times
crossword puzzle
Big words get me into trouble
I never see the light shine down,
I burn too fast
I may be pale but I'm happy at last
I'm happy at last