It's La Vida Loca

I keep dreaming about tomorrow
Tired of living in the sorrow
Being on this psychedelic path
Trying to find the signs is a long road
But I've got to have faith

My friends tell me that I'm crazy
My mother thinks I should see a therapist
But I think they're jealous of my lifestyle
Or maybe they're just jealous of my clothes
I put on my fancy hat
And all the bad things go away

It's la vida loca

These are the best days of my life
In the end
The story is always the same
It's about who you love and who you don't
And when you die
The people that you love
These are the best days of my life
In the end
The story is always the same
It's about who you love and who you don't
And when you die
The people that you left behind

I put on my fancy hat
And all the bad things go away