| Will I be in town? |
| When hell swallows Beverly Hills |
| Will you be around? |
| When I come to my senses and confess that I love you still |
| So hallelujah, and hooray for me |
| I can smile and nod my way through almost every situation |
| Even you, even you have your eyes on something |
| In control of your own world but king of nothing |
| You’re a prize with a catch, working on commission |
| A traitor to the cause |
| All faith in the world but 'ya chose the wrong religion |
| So hallelujah, and hooray for you |
| You can bat your eyes through just bout every situation |
| Aren’t you happy, can’t you see |
| How well things are going for me |
| Aren’t you happy, can you see how well things are going for me |
| Aren’t you happy, can’t you see |
| How well things |
| Aren’t you happy, can’t you see |
| How things are goin' |
| Well I’ll be in town right |
| Where else would I be? |
| And when hell swallows up all of us whole |
| And you won’t be anywhere in sight |
| I’ll lay here with Lucy and place bets on whose souls will be released from the |
| night |
| And listen to the low ballers bargain their hearts for a second chance in the |
| light |
| All the while they’re singin', they’re singin' |
| Hallelujah, and hooray, for them |
| They can beg and plead their way through every situation |