Besedila: Joe Jackson. Happyland.

This one is based on a true story
It's called Happyland

It was on a summer night
She says, a year ago today
Packed, the place was packed
The chicos lookin' for some play

He wore a satin shirt
And said a prayer to Yemaya
And he was calm and handsome
As they squeezed through to the bar

The girls were in tight dresses
Just like sweets in cellophane
Everyone was there, Sabroson from Spanish Harlem
And luz from Camaguey

In her hand a single rose
In her mouth a razorblade
Hot, the place was hot
Too many people to be safe

She says
It was our night
Watch us seize the day
And dance it all away

Bailamos, esa noche, bailamos
In Happyland

It was on a summer night
She says, it was a year ago
Packed, the place was packed
But where else were they gonna go

And then she heard the screams
And saw the smoke come down
And then it really turned into
The hottest club in town

She remembers all the firetrucks
And that maldito TV crew
And he, he didn't make it
So, "Mi amor, this song's for you"

She's got red shoes on her feet
And a red smile on her face
And people say she's loca
To go back into that place

She says, this is my night
Watch me seize the day
And dance it all away

Bailare, esta noche, bailare
In Happyland
Bailare, esa noche, bailare
In Happyland
In Happyland
Happyland