
Happyman
Copyright © 2026 https://suno.com/@mich_bergde Mike Berg All rights reserved. They call me Happyman, no master plan. No diamond ring, just a groove that goes ding ding ding Sun on my face, heart in the right place, world going crazy — I just stay lazy. No rush, no race, just rhythm and space. Life’s too short for a worried face. Hey! I'm a Happyman, clap your hands if you can. No pressure, just the sound, both feet on the ground. Hey! I'm a Happyman, groove is the only plan. If the rhythm feels right — everything's alright. Happyman, clap your hands! Street noise rising, the morning heat, old soul music in the street. But the bass says slow, the guitar says go, life ain’t a fight — it’s a funky show. No drama, no scheme, just rhythm in between. Hey! I'm a Happyman, clap your hands if you can. No pressure, just the sound, both feet on the ground. Hey! I'm a Happyman, groove is the only plan. If the rhythm feels right — everything's alright. Hey — Happyman! Groove while you can! Not a hero, not a star, just a guy with a funky old guitar. If the groove is right and the night is long, that's enough to write a song. I'm a Happyman, doing what I can. No perfect life — just groove and a plan. I'm a Happyman, simple as I am. If the rhythm stays — today’s okay. Clap your hands — that’s the plan. Feel the groove — make your move. If the rhythm plays till the break of day, Happyman is here to stay.

