All eyes on the calendar Another year I claim of total indifference To here, the days pile up With decisions to be made, I'm sure all of them were wrong
Maria: (in the bathtub) When it's my birthday, it really is great I pull up the covers and I sleep really late I'll take a nice hot bath with millions
Scene: Wild-haired kid with big eyes walking back and forth next to the phone. Note, the words in quotes appear over his head. Kid: "Happy Birthday,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME (Bill Anderson) « © '61 Moss Rose Publications » RECORDED BY HANK LOCKLIN Today has been my birthday and tonight
Today has been my birthday And tonight I should be glad But you weren't here to share it And inside I've hurt so bad I didn't want your presence Just
I was having a good sleep in my car In the parking lot of the Showboat Casino Hotel I said, "I remember you! You drive like a PTA mother." You brought
today is your birthday and the cake is on fire send back those invitations ignore the infomation there will be no partaking in this useless celebration
It's my birthday and I'll do what I want to Fuck you it's my birthday. A special holiday only for me, so do what I say, it's my party, I'll make you cry
Et encore une bougie de soufflee Et encore une annee de passee Et encore une bougie de soufflee Et encore une annee de passee-eh-eh-eh Nous te souhaitons
happy, happy birthday, clappy join us as we celebrate clap your hands and dance around have a laugh and eat some cake happy birthday, happy
Happy fucking birthday Birthday boy, birthday girl Birthday boy, birthday girl Birthday boy, birthday girl Combichrist, evil, nice Birthday boy, birthday
2 am and you hold my hand I sleep under my jacket and i drive home i drive home after the show i keep my distance i watch my speed i use my blinker i
La legge dice che solo la legge uccide anche se sono morto La legge dice che solo la legge uccide anche se sono gia morto Quelli che hanno inventato
Oh happy birthday, happy birthday. Little Lisa, today is your day. Sing hallelujah, you know they blew ya'. There are too many, candles in your cake.
Happy birthday, Elvis; You're not really dead. It's a lie, it's just a crock, Something some people said. I heard a cassette of you speaking On a telephone
(Your gonna be okay kid, your gonna be...okay. Beat boxing) So it's been one more year. I can't believe it passed by. I'm just I have a best friend to