He lived his life
Inside a bottle
It seems the whiskey
Was his throttle
It got him going
It kept him running
The amount he could drink
People found stunning
He could out drink anyone
No matter the time of day
Just the bottle in front of him
Then watch it slowly go away
He was Mr. Happy when ever he drank
Always laughing having fun, everybody's friend
No matter who your were
A drink to you he'd always send
He was always the last one out
When it was time to close
It was his favorite place to be
It was simply just called Joe's
One night while all the patrons
Were sitting around drinking beer
They all suddenly realized
There was a voice they didn't hear
The man who always sat at the end stool
Was no where to be found
That end of the bar was quiet
No one there to make a sound
On nightly news was on the TV
The story was about a crash
They showed the drivers picture
But only for a flash
But in that instant we all recognized
The driver of the car
It was the man who always say
At the end of the bar
The story said, nine people died
But one person did survive
It was the man from the end of the bar
The only one left alive
They said he ran a red light
Then crashed into a van
When he got out of his car
The cops said, he could hardly stand
He was always Mr. Happy
Who was always in the bar
He should have been a smart man
And never gotten into his car
He will now have to pay the price
He must live with what he's done
All those years of so much drinking
For him they'll be no more fun
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