Andrew Bird - The Happy Birthday Song

When I wake up
In the morning,
Pour the coffee,
And I read the paper,
And I slowly,
And so softly,
I do the dishes
I feed the fishes
Sing a birthday
Sing it like it's going to be your last day
Like it's hallelujah,
Don't let it just pass on through ya
It's a giant and long cliche,
And that's why I want you to sing it anyway
Sing me happy birthday
'Cause hell, what's it all about?

Sing me happy birthday,
Happy birthday
It's gonna be your last day,
Gonna be your last day

Sing me happy birthday,
Happy birthday,
Like it's going to be,
Going to be your last day

Written by:
Andrew Wegman Bird

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