HAPPY GOES LUCKY

We’re here now to show you a good time, the only way they knew to do it back in the day. Hooray!
Purse your lips. Take in a deep breath. Blow your blues all away. Then as now, the happy-go-lucky always find a way to make a livin’ somehow. Move your feet, sunny side of the street…What?

PRODUCER: Hey, hey, hey, hey! Stop! Stop for a second! Look, this stuff is not going to sell, okay?
When I come back I better be hearing something different or you guys are gone. (to horn) Yeah, you too! I’ll be back!

SINGER: Sorry, guys. Yeah, it’s all my fault. I suspected this was going to happen, but I was hoping it wouldn’t. I don’t know what to do. (horn) No, no, we can’t do that. (horn) No, can’t do it. (horn) I know, I know, I like it. (horns) And it’s really good, too. Alright, you talked me into it. One more time for the road.

He walks in: “Shape up or shut up.” No matter what we do we’ll never make it this way. We’re screwed!
He walks out. We stare at each other. Were we so wrong every step of the way?
Must be true: When you’re black and blue, the slappy-happy, finger-snappy music is through.
Who knew? And he’s right. We’re all out of sight now. We’re the color of a rainbow at night.
And just then, as if I had cued it, a pretty itty-bitty ditty jumps in my head—Heads Up!—
and says “Hi, how long have you been gone?” Too long, too long. But I know, as long I’ve got you—the trumpet and the tuba and the bass and the snare—We’re there! Yes, we’re there, together forever.
Happy Goes Lucky…happy. You can call me “Happy.” You can call me “Happy.” You can call me “Happy.”
You can call me “Happy Goes Lucky.” How’s that, guys? (horns applaud)

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

HAPPY GOES LUCKY