Happiness Stan - Small Faces

Once upon a time in a land of greens

Where the sky was silky soft

And full of colored dreams

Deep inside a rainbow

Lived Happiness Stan

In a small Victorian charabanc

Evening will be here quite soon

Stan can sit and watch the moon

Watching as the white light

Slowly makes the night bright

Hours slipping by while time stands still

Think of black and black will think of you

It’s coloured Stan the bruises

Of the darkness that we knew

For black had stolen half the moon away