Welcome back to another #MusicMonday! It’s not about books, but about music, and I’m looking forward to presenting you with a taste of my playlist. It’s the brainchild of Drew from The Tattooed Book Geek, but my inspiration comes from the lovely Claire from A Knight’s Reads. Every Monday, I’ll be choosing a song to share with you. The Spotify playlist is here and it will be updated as I go along.

I want to use #MusicMonday to shout about artists and songs that other people may not have heard, and also cover a range of styles, genres and decades. I feel like I haven’t always done that, and I’m trying to widen my horizons to share more recent music. Today’s choice is a song from 2021 which I first heard played by Alex Kopranos on his Absolute Radio show.

The Bug Club: If My Mother Thinks I’m Happy

Even though I′m not as gorgeous as I used to be

I still can’t get a mortgage and I still don′t like the taste of beer

I haven’t worked a day in over a year

And I don’t like the sound on the news I hear

If my mother thinks I′m happy

Then I must be happy

Well, if my mother thinks I′m happy

Then I must be happy

Even though I’m turning into stone

My bones all crook like [-] on the television show

They call life, that′s alright

But I can wait for something I like

If my mother thinks I’m happy

Then I must be happy

Well, if my mother thinks I′m happy

Then I must be happy

Even though I have a couple friends

I could name you all of them before this sentence ends

No, it’s not all about me

But sometimes I wish it would be, yeah

If my mother thinks I′m happy

Then I must be happy

Well, if my mother thinks I’m happy

Then I must be happy

Even though the sun is in my eyes

I could say a swear word or tell a little lie

To cover any meaning and run away and hide

But I don’t like the feeling of feeling not alive

If my mother thinks I′m happy

Then I must be happy

Well, if my mother thinks I′m happy

Then I must be happy

Even though my pants are looking old

You can’t ignore the best material

I am not [-], no no

I′ve got something even better to show

If my mother thinks I’m happy

Then I must be happy

Well, if my mother thinks I′m happy

Then I must be happy

Even when the birthday party bash

Was thrown last year’s into the trash

Not everything was built to last

But I wish for something I just couldn′t ask

If my mother thinks I’m happy

Then I must be happy

Well, if my mother thinks I’m happy

Then I must be happy

Even though you live just down the road

I still go the quickest route back home

And sit alone and act like I

Just didn′t know

If my mother thinks I′m happy

Then I must be happy

Well, if my mother thinks I’m happy

Then I must be happy

And even though I made it up

I quite like the feeling of being loved

By a civil servant with a paper cup

What′s the purpose so just fill it up

If my mother thinks I’m happy

Then I must be happy

Well, if my mother thinks I′m happy

Then I must be happy

Well, if my mother thinks I’m happy

Then I must be happy

Well, if my mother thinks I′m happy

Then I must be happy

Oh oh, even though you’re solid oak

I’d rather something that′s bespoke

Just a regular glimmer of hope

And I′ll be gone before you could know

Writer(s): Daniel Robert Lovell Matthew, Sam Joseph Willmett, Tilly May Harris

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Until next time!