Who can I be now that I can't be me anymore? Shall I be the sunny, smiling fellow who won't rock the boat Cause he might splash the ocean, but sit there and cheerfully twitter Cause someone might say, see that man over there, he's bitter When will I learn to be like you? Everybody likes you You're a lucky fellow You're a lucky fellow The secret is your smile, I ought to have a smile That smile takes quite a knack I think I need a smile, and who cares if it's real or painted with shellac A smile full of theatrics for easily agreeing Two eyes with acrobatics to see the way they're seeing Let's turn about, you say the words for me Cause everybody likes you Everybody likes you And no one, no one likes me No one, no one likes me © transcript Emily Beynon