Lyrics
HAPPY HAPPY
[Spoken Intro]
First time Matt met me, I was four years old,
chasing girls through Uncle Dan Dan’s yard.
Mama said, “Bailey, quit chasing those girls!”
I said, “But Mama…
They make me happy, happy.”
And that name stuck.
[Hook]
Happy Happy—that’s what they call me,
Been chasing what I love since I was four feet tall.
Girls in the yard, largemouth in the lake,
If it gets my heart running, I’m joining the chase.
Happy Happy—original partner in the boat,
Perfect Owners attendance—check the record that I wrote.
House, work, fiancée, grown-man life and all,
But keep my jersey ready ’cause the coach might call.
[Verse 1]
Matt’s known me since I was four or five,
Back when Uncle Dan Dan kept the outdoors alive.
Creek banks, campfires, paddles and rods,
If pavement disappeared, that’s where we wanted to stop.
Danny taught patience and gratitude too:
If something is there, it’ll still wait for you.
Somebody has it harder, so appreciate today,
Take care of your people and enjoy the way.
They say I act like Corlew and sound like him too,
Talk like Corlew and think like he’d do.
Matt says the thinking is the part that brings fear;
I call it family instinct passed down through the years.
[Hook]
Happy Happy—that’s what they call me,
Been chasing what I love since I was four feet tall.
Girls in the yard, largemouth in the lake,
If it gets my heart running, I’m joining the chase.
[Verse 2]
I helped start the first Gallatin High fishing team,
Back when varsity life was more than a dream.
Thursday nights at Flipper’s, tournaments under the lights;
Now a mortgage and commute keep winning those fights.
In twenty-twenty-one, everything changed.
We lost Uncle Dan Dan, but his mark still remains.
Matt needed a partner for the Cystic Fibrosis run;
Grand Daddy had Moo, so he asked me to come.
I supplied the boat, he supplied the plan,
One event turned to years fishing all across the land.
Charity tournaments, road trips, Thursday-night water;
Every mile made the crew and the friendship stronger.
Matt wears Danny’s ashes in a silver pendant:
“Always With Me”—and he truly meant it.
Some memories hurt, but they still pull you through;
Every cast carries something that he handed down too.
[Verse 3]
Me and Matt in my boat—that was chapter one,
Before he bought the white Triton and the real mess begun.
Then I sold my boat and his became the ride;
Now Crooked Hooker carries the whole crew side by side.
Pickwick, twenty-twenty-three, I was sitting right there
When that roadside joke put a name in the air.
Moo said “Crooked Hooker,” everybody cracked up;
Now it’s printed on the jerseys, website and truck.
I’ve missed zero Owners trips—read File Zero-Zero-Zero-Five.
Perfect attendance, keeping tournament dreams alive.
Matt says high-school eligibility ended years ago.
I haven’t seen the paperwork, so how would he know?
[Break]
House payment: current.
Fiancée: accounted for.
