Who's this man who's clapping along to a magical song that no one else can hear?
Better keep our distance, dear
Woa-oh
Anyone with half a brain knows a public happy clapping display
Is not okay

Obviously someone doesn't get much screen time
Someone give this idiot a mirror so he knows
It's not sexy being high on life
Oh, that kind of high was never in style
Happy clapper
Happy clapper

Who's this man taking pictures of rocks when there were bright lights looking stylish in black and white for blocks
And blocks?
Some of the time, they proclaimed Ansel vapid
But they're fucking dead so history decides
Who's clapping in the sky

Oh, who's this band from the streets of Marin
Following their dreams in a van to make happy music when
It's not very cool to make happy music
It's never been cool to be happy at all
Happy clapper
Happy clapper
Oh-woah my god, there's nothing wrong with a
Happy clapper
Happy clapper
No, there's nothing wrong with them

Misery's got plenty company, but the
Happy clapper don't need company
To be happy

I'm not saying be that bastard who walks up to strangers and says, "Why don't you smile?"
Don't be that guy
It's the sign of a pervert
I'm just wondering what's so wrong about clapping along to a song that's out of time
With domesticated humans standing in line
With domesticated humans bumming out
To the beat of shoe-buying music
Just like the skinny LA models do
Do we really need a reason to smile
Happy clapper's happy just being alive
Happy clapper
Happy clapper

Oh-woah my god, there's nothing wrong with a
Happy clapper
Happy clapper
No, there's nothing wrong with them
Misery's got plenty company, but the
Happy clapper don't need company
Don't need company
Don't need company
To be happy