We sing a spring
  (Sing joy spring)
  A rare and most mysterious spring
  (This most occult thing)
  Is buried deep in the soul
  (It's story never has been told)
  
  The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure
  Is deep inside you whether you're diggin' it or not
  Once you're aware of this spring
  You'll know that it's the greatest
  Treasure you've got
  And furthermore
  The joy spring, the bounteous treasure
  Cannot be bartered away and never
  Can be sold
  Nothing can take it from you
  It's yours and yours alone to have
  And to hold
  And something more:
  It never is lost to fire or theft
  It's always around
  When trouble is gone the pleasure
  Is left I've always found
  It's burglar-proof same as the treasure
  Man lays up in heaven worth a
  Price no one can measure
  that says a lot
  So joy spring this fountain of pleasure
  That's deep inside you let me inform
  You in all truth *(to Coda second time)
  Ponce de Leon sought this
  When he was searchin' for the fountain of youth
  
  Ol' Ponce de Leon laughed so much he
  Never did find the magic fountain
  But many people with a well-adjusted
  Spirit they could hear it when y'told
  'em it was there tellin' them was
  Like tellin' it on the mountain
  
  It's quite a life havin' the gift of
  laughter I'm a man who knows in a
  minute I can tell y'just exactly how the story goes
  It involves a firm conviction in another
  previous life givin' your mind a chance to fly
  Fly aroun' the universe investigatin' other
  galaxies n' certain other subtle
  types o'life tryin' t'dig it gettin'
  pretty well-acquainted with a lot of
  other strife an' pretty much acquirin'
  yourself plenty of education
  pretty soon here comes earth birth
  'n then y'ready t'put it all t'work
  but soon as you're finished bein' born
  you start forgettin' what you knew
  'Cause you're another kinda you - a
  reincarnation manifestation
  of spirit in sensation
  
  Y'really got that right
  The average person isn't bright
  not so bright that they recall the fatal fall
  down here t' this earth
  their minds disguise their death to spirit
  life and call it birth
  that's their reason for forgetting and they
  find it very upsetting when reminded
  tell 'em they've lived before
  They'll show y' the nearest open door
  Gotta have feelin' while dealin' with
  walkers in their sleep
  they can't imagine somethin' as deep
  
  Here they come - here they come - there they are
  Unimaginative and ignorant of falling from a star
  Here they come - there they are - there they go
  Life is over in a minute an' they never dug
  it in it or enjoy a minute of it
  'cause they put too much above it
  that was gross
  somethin' that was worth a couple bucks
  at mos'
  
  So there is the reason that the maker of man
  included there in his plan
  A certain fountain deep within'
  where there was laughter, youth 'n gold
  for human beings t'have 'n hold
  'n share the memory of where we've all been
  
  Brothers called Grimm knew chances were slim'
  Anybody would dig that the human soul
  was Snow White
  and the Seven Dwarfs were seven tempers
  in man
  whose digging out the gold completes
  the plan
  An Bacon was hip that Shakespeare
  couldn't read
  and so he gave him all the rhymes
  that have lasted through the years
  and kept eternal truths alive through
  several centuries
  That's how we know them now
  they lasted 'cause they're true
  
  What was it from "MacBeth?"
  "Life's but a walking shadow
  a player poor
  that struts and frets upon the stage
  and's seen no more
  A tale that truly has an idiotic ring
  That's full of lotsa sound and fury
  signifying nothing..."
  
  That's right signifying nothing
  I'll repeat it! Nothing
  Don't forget it - Nothing
  And that's the reason for that spring
  of joy
  That the Father put inside of every
  single girl and boy
  
  Show time! Everyone's on
  let's hit the stage
  It's show time everyone an' proceed
  to act your age
  
  Whatever you're frownin' at is funny
  enough f'laughin'
  so you're wastin' all your humor on a frown
  While you're bringin' your spirit down
  
  You gotta book yourself a comic in your act
  without some laughter life's a maudlin
  farce 'n that's a fact
  
  Once you know about the spring you always can smile
  It becomes your one expression
  and you're always wearin' it like the
  Buddhas do
  
  (Repeat Intro to *)
  (Coda)
  Ponce de Leon sought this
  When he was searchin'
  for the fountain of youth
  I say in truth he
  sought a magical thing
  For he was searchin'
  for the joy spring