Happy Parody

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Pharrell: I'm 41 but look like I'm 8. (music)

Pharrell: 32 pounds is how much I weigh. (music)

Pharrell: My hat's so big you can see it from space. (music)

Pharrell: And this song is so overplayed it will drive you insane. (music)

Pharrell: Cue awful dancing, clap along and if you love watching people who can't dance. My style is tacky, I look like Smokey the Bear in this ridiculous brown hat. This song's so crappy, that it's used by the army to torture people in Iraq. I'm so unhappy, but you'll never know because I just did a shit ton of crack.

Pharrell: I really owe Daft Punk and Robin Thicke. (music)

Chorus: Yeah.

Pharrell: Cause without them I'd be irrelevant. (music)

Chorus: Yeah.

Daft Punk: You need to polish our dicks until they both shine. (music)

Chorus: Yeah.

Robin Thicke: But before that let's snort some blurred lines. (music)

Pharrell: We're way too happy, clap along if you're high and you just wanna clap.

Robin Thicke: We're way too happy, the only way to stand this song is to take ecstasy and do smack.

All: Happy Happy Happy.

Pharrell: Apparently saying the same word 90 times guarantee's a smash.

All: Happy Happy Happy.

Businessman: Holy shit, I love happiness. Please take all of my hard-earned cash.

Pharrell: I'm shaking now, did so much speed, have to make sure that I stay happy. So I can brainwash humanity, with this dumb song and then, sell more CDs.

Prozac Attorney: Stop, I'm here to sue Pharrell I'm a Prozac attorney. The whole world's happy because of this goddamn song, and our drug sales are tanking.

Style Police: Freeze, Style Police. Pharrell, you're under arrest for that fugly-ass brown headpiece.

Pharrell: But it's trendy.

Style Police : It's way too big for your head. You look like an ad for Arby's.

Doctor: Guys, stop arguing. Pharrell, I got your tests back and found out why your hat looks so big. You are shrinking, that is also why your voice sounds like a prepubescent kid.

Pharrell: What are you saying?!

Doctor: According to this chart, you have ten more seconds to live.

Pharrell: Doc, please help me!

Doctor: There's nothing that can be done. Say goodbye to your fake happiness.

Style Police: Thank god, that horrible song is over! Now can someone please get in there and burn that fucking hat?!

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