Today at my job I had to work a banquet. It was a room filled to the brim with 60+ year olds. And if you wouldn’t have guess, they had an eight piece polka band playing as the entertainment. At the front of the band stood their singer. He was wrinkled and skinny and glasses slipping down to the tip of his nose. He had to be at lest 85 or 90 years old. Anyway, in the first song he sang he muttered a lot and forgot a lot of the words as the band played on. But he was smiling the whole time. The only words that I could understand were in the chorus, which he remembered every time. He would sing "happy, happy, happy.” And he was. It was one of the cutest things I have ever seen. Tell it like it is my elderly, glaucoma ridden, social security check collecting brotha.