Happy birthday Happy birthday to you You know it doesn't make much sense There ought to be a law against Anyone who takes offense At a day in your celebration 'Cause we all know in our minds That there ought to be a time That we can set aside To show

You just want what you can't have I'll call the cops If you don't stop, I'll call your dad And I hate to do this to you on your birthday Happy birthday by the way "It's not you, it's me" and all that other bullshit You know that's bullshit Don'tcha',

Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Richard, Happy birthday to you. Hah-hah-hah. Happy birthday my little son - my little 28-year-old son! Well, you were born by now, because you were born about five o'clock in the morning. Er... you'll have a

It's your fuckin' birthday (oh, birthday) It's a fuckin' celebration (oh oh) Tonight we celebrate Seems like time's out of our control It's a celebration, oh oh To be, to feel, and fill That emptiness inside you Petty bullshit shouldn't excite you On

Tell 'em that is my birthday When I party like that Blow your dreams, blow your dreams, blow your dreams away with me Every night's my birthday They don't know, so it's okay Jazz it up, jazz it up Happy as can be, falling into you, falling into me How do

Happy birthday, baby Happy birthday to you Oh oh oh oh Beautiful, beautiful, no other name I knew from the moment you came Yes, I'll love you with all I am Yes, tonight is where we begin Oh, I wanna dance with you