(to the tune of “happy birthday” by patty and mildred j. hill)
ha•ppy birth•day
to you,
ha•ppy birth•day
to you,
you’re a•noth•er
year ol•der,
ha•ppy birth•day
to you.
you’re twen•ty
years old,
you’re twen•ty
years old,
life’s hit•ting
you fast,
you’re twen•ty
years old.
you don’t have
a job,
you don’t have
a job,
you can’t
e•ven drive,
you don’t have
a job.
you’re la•zy
and sad,
you’re la•zy
and sad,
you think words
will help you?
you’re la•zy
and sad.
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