Cold Day In Happy Land

Cold day in happy land
With a dollar resting in the palm of my hand
When the world is always spinning
As we move down the line
My head is full of confusion
How do I make up my mind

When my baby wearing blue jeans
And she's warping my mind
Spending all my money
As if it wasn't mine

I'll give you a little loving
For a nickel or dime
If you could find a place
Then I would make the time

Cold day in happy land
I had a violent rough baby
With anger man
Down on the avenue

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