You Gotta S-M-I-L-E to Be H-A-Double-P-Y Songtext

von Shirley Temple

If something may upset you
Don't ever let it get you down
Don't wear a frown

If fortune should forsake you
Don't ever let it make you sigh
Keep shooting high

Be a crooner, not a groaner, never kick
Here's a spelling lesson that will do the trick

You gotta S-M-I-L-E
To be H-A-Double-P-Y
Keep it in mind when you're blue
It's easy to spell and just as easy to do
You gotta S-M-I-L-E
It's gonna help considerably
Just keep your chin up and give it a try
And you'll find silver lined clouds in the sky
You gotta S-M-I-L-E
To be H-A-Double-P-Y

Ladies and gentlemen, just for fun
I'd like to sing this song again
The way it would be done, by...
Al Jolson, Eddie Cantor, and last but not least
That swingable pair: Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire
You've gotta S-M-I-LE-, Oh like the birdies,
Birdies, birdies up in the trees...
Pretty flowers, April showers, my Mammy
Life is divine at a quarter to nine

You've simply got to S-M-I-L-E
'Cos potatoes are sheaper you see
I won't spend a nickel
I won't spend a tune
I just want to spend an hour with you
*kiss*kiss*kiss* S-M-I-L-E
Park your carcass with Ida Mammy