Lyrics of Make it happy

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun

Well, i'm goin' to the grocery on the corner
For to buy me a coke and some gum
Well, i'm goin' to the grocery on the corner
I'm a drinkin' (incomprehensible) son of a gun

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun

Well, i whistle when i'm walkin' in the summer
Well, i whistle in the spring and the fall
Well, i whistle when i'm walkin' in the winter
Or else i don't go walkin' at all

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun

You know, i wake up early in the mornin'
You know, i work until my day is done
You know, when i come home late in the evenin'
I'm a happy son of a gun

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
Slap my baby on her
And make it fun

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun

Slap my baby on her
And make it happy
Slap my baby on her
And make it fun

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun

Slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun

I'm a happy son of a gun
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I'm a happy son of a

Slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun

(incomprehensible) to slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun

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Slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun

I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun

And i mean, i'm a happy son of a gun
And i mean, i'm a happy son of a gun
And i mean, i'm a happy son of a gun

Now, now i'm too happy