The question isn't whether it's true
Marshmellow Skies
And custardy pies
And nothing's too hard to do
The question
They're five happy verses or so
They told me all I needed to know
Ignore all the rest
Trials and tests
And threats to my comfort zone Well I've got no time to find out what's real
I stick with what I happen to feel
It feels grand
When you're livin' in lala land You can name a blessing yourself
Stake a claim on power and wealth
A spot at the beach
And romance that's really swell
And strong healthy teeth All the saints and martyrs alive
Well they would have called a national strike
Demanded less pain
More personal gain
If only they'd known their rights Well I take it very personally
Ain't it grand?
When you're livin' in lala land
Yeah, I got to know what's in it for me I've got my prayer cloth collection in a Jesus jar
I've got the Holy Ghost ridin' in the back of my car
Sometimes He gives a little tickle I go "hardee har har"
Ain't it grand, when you're livin' in lala land My Jesus decal does quite a trick
Right above my dashboard I stick it
A good luck charm
It keeps me from harm
And saves me from speeding tickets.
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