I went to my doctor for a cold
he said, “Man, you seem so sad”
Here I was thinking I was happy.
He told me he had an answer for me
My “magic feather” only in the form of a pill
I know the doctor knows best.
Who am I to second guess?
Hes trained to know and takes an oath
never to harm.
So, I fill the prescription silently
still wondering why I am sad.

I’m floating on air and just don’t care
about anything anymore.
My eyes start to glaze but I don’t notice.
I’ve just discovered happiness.
I smile all the time now
never mind that I don’t know why
this is happy.
I keep popping the pills ’cause without them I would be sad they say.
Sometimes, I pop two.

I went to the dr for another illness.
This time he said I don’t pay attention.
He says they found this new thing
and he can help me with another prescription.
It sounded like a terrible thing
so I quickly agreed to take them.
I filled the bottle with a smile
Now I won’t be a distraction.
So happy and still I sit on my couch staring into space
This must be how life is meant to be lived
I say it out loud to believe it.
The side effects come soon after
but I just keep on smiling
Anger outbursts is something to bear
when you have the plastic happiness.
Besides, my doctor says, I have a pill for that.

As I start to age little problems creep up
nothing the magicians can’t heal
When the side effects come it’s OK
Because they pull more rabbits out of their hat.
So now I take about 23 pills every day
I’m smiling through it all, I can’t help it.
and he’s smiling too.
Dr. Feelgood gets a profit for my prescriptions
and I’m too happy to notice that I’m a victim
of the ultimate side effect,
Pharmaceutical addiction