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Happy Birthday (My Olde Friend) |
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Voltaire |
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Happy Birthday my olde friend. |
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It seems this horror show will never end. |
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Any moment's your last breath, |
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Here is to another day closer to death. |
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The cake is on the table, |
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And it is awfully bright, |
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'Cause there's so many candles on top. |
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But you are so decrepit, |
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Your chest so tight, |
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When you blow them out your lungs are gonna pop. (Popping sound) |
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You cannot complain |
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Each time you feel a pain, |
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Though you have arthritis and gout. |
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'Cause when you start kvetching, |
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All your teeth fall out. |
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So have another cigarette, |
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Have another beer, |
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Raise your glass to one more year. (GONE!) |
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Your skin is so worn out and old, |
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All over your body it's sagging. |
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Especially loose is your old caboose, |
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You're dragging it behind you in a wagon. |
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Well, you're an alcoholic, |
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And you're blind and deaf, |
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And you have Alzheimer's I bet. |
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You're too old to remember, |
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But you're too drunk to forget. |
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So have another cigarette, |
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Have another beer, |
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Raise your glass to one more year. (GONE!) |
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You're so old you smell like dust, |
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And now your bones begin to rust. |
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See that face, it's full of wrinkles. |
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So have another cigarette, |
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Have another beer, |
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Raise that chair to one more year. (RAISE!) |
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(Chorus) |
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