Happy Birthday

Well the dancing's barely started

And the cops are at the door

Bottle rockets in the yard, asking what are they for

The kids are starting shit and it's hard to ignore

Well the punks are on the roof now

Oh yeah!

And somebody's spilled the wine

Oh no

The record's about to skip but it's staying it time

The girls they've got to piss so they're waiting in line

Happy Birthday to me and you

Happy Birthday to me and you

Happy Birthday to me and you

Happy Birthday to me and you