Happy for Her - Steven Boyer/Victoria Clark/Justin Cooley
Lyrics by:David Lindsay-Abaire
Composed by:Jeanine Tesori
Arranged by:John Clancy
Produced by:David Stone/Jeanine Tesori/John Clancy
I should be happy she found a friend
Someone to talk to
Someone to study with
Someone to share a joke
Someone to buddy with
Ha"Buddy with"
I should be happy for her
Happy happy
Happy for her
I should be happy
And a"Gentleman" can be rearranged to spell"Elegant man"
But does he have to be so weird?
And does he have to talk so much?
And do they have to sit so close?
And do their kneecaps have to touch?
Why is he sitting in the front?
Why is his tuba in the back?
Jesus buddy take a breath
He's just a harmless brainiac
Hey you guys wanna share my muffin?
Nope no food in my car
What are you doing?
That was my breakfast
I should be happy she likes a boy
Someone who's friendly
Someone who's well-behaved
Someone who's not tattooed
Someone who's never shaved
I should be happy for her
Happy happy
Happy for her
I should be happy
A duck with hiccups That's so good Haha
But I don't like the way this feels
And I don't want to see them flirt
And I don't want him near my Kim
'Cause I don't want her getting hurt
I think I need to shut this down
I think I let it go too far
I need to nip this in the bud
I need to stop this speeding car
Enough
My daughter is a precious flower
I won't allow her to be picked
Oh god What?
Now I'm not trying to be mean
And I don't mean to be a jerk
But I remember how this goes
And I know how the hormones work
I know I'm getting huffy
But he's all up in my face
'Cause you let him in my car
Which you know is sacred space
Maybe you're just mad
I understand but that's enough
By the way you didn't fool me
With that"Share a muffin" stuff
I may not be the brightest
But I'm smarter than I look
And I know what boys are after
'Cause kid I wrote the book
Your mom and I had urges
I'm not saying that they're wrong
But they come with repercussions
That's how babies come along
You're a horny little punk
Who thinks maybe there's a chance
But I swear to god Weetis
You're not getting in her pants
You're not getting in her pants
You're not getting in her pants
You're not getting in her pants
You're not getting in her pants
Her pants Her pants
Pants-pants-pants
Pants Pants
Pants