Happyland - Harpers Bizarre, Larry Knechtel

The wind is cold, the morning skies are gray

And through the fog I walk along the bay

Past a regiment of rusty swings

On sandy fields of broken things

Ferris wheel was turnin and the roller coaster roared

Summer sun was burning on the hot dog stands and the candy stores

They had chocolate ice cream, apples on a stick

Big old jars with gumdrops in 'em and if you guessed it right you’d win 'em

— Happyland, Happyland, land that dreams are made of

Happyland, Happyland

You could have a real nice time, any ride for just one dime

What a great place to be four, five and they left you alone

They have these cars that you could drive in, pretend you were old

I was much better off when I was pretending everything’s far too real

Happyland, Happyland, land that dreams are made of

Carousels, wishing wells

Da da da da da da da, da da da da

Ferris wheel was turning…