We’re buying happiness,
replacing everything in case it breaks,
‘Cause if it ain’t new, it’s in bad taste.

The Jones called.
They wanna battle for first place,
They’re buying happiness and doin’ great.

Look at all my pretty things,
I need a little more to be happy.

So, you wanna save the world?
You better recognize your place,
I’ll guzzle gas, and spit it in your face.

Somebody fill ‘em in,
Don’t they realize it’s a race?
I’m buying happiness and doin’ great.

Could be better, but I’m doin’ great.

Look at all my pretty things.
I’m gonna be happy.