La multi ani voua, cei cu inima pura si inocenta de ingeri, pentru ca aceasta zi este inchinata voua, egoisti de copchii perfecti, fericiti, ingrijorati sa nu va murdariti cu praf pantofii lacuiti!
La multi ani voua pustani cu papioane si copchile carora le place fusta de uniforma : datorita voua nu pot eu purta ‘izmene’ , datorita voua port eu fusta eleganta cu tenisi! Bucurati-va egoistilor de aceasta zi a tineretii ca restul anului va fac eu sa va simtiti ca niste babe si mosnegi! Pentru sanatatea consumatorului: nu vorbeam serios... vorbeam partial serios.
La multi ani voua pustani cu papioane si copchile carora le place fusta de uniforma : datorita voua nu pot eu purta ‘izmene’ , datorita voua port eu fusta eleganta cu tenisi! Bucurati-va egoistilor de aceasta zi a tineretii ca restul anului va fac eu sa va simtiti ca niste babe si mosnegi! Pentru sanatatea consumatorului: nu vorbeam serios... vorbeam partial serios.
Nu, pe bune acum, LA MULTI ANI!
Aaa... si nu puteam sa uit sa-i daruiesc prietenei mele, Anna (care probabil ca acum se plange din cauza timpului efemer, imbatranirii si toate alea), un calduros LA MULTI ANI! caci astazi implineste 17 ani (batranico, la anul faci dezastre in trafic, daca tu iti iei carnetul eu nu mai ies din casa)!
Lyrics to Happy Birthday (My Olde Friend) :
Grab the chair, boys! We've got another bucket kicker!
(Chorus)
Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to death.
The cake is on the table,
And it is awfully bright,
'Cause there's so many candles on top.
But you are so decrepit,
Your chest so tight,
When you blow them out your lungs are gonna pop. (Popping sound)
You cannot complain
Each time you feel a pain,
Though you have arthritis and gout.
'Cause when you start kvetching,
All your teeth fall out.
So have another cigarette,
Have another beer,
Raise your glass to one more year. (GONE!)
(Chorus)
Your skin is so worn out and old,
All over your body it's sagging.
Especially loose is your old caboose,
You're dragging it behind you in a wagon.
Well, you're an alcoholic,
And you're blind and deaf,
And you have Alzheimer's I bet.
You're too old to remember,
But you're too drunk to forget.
So have another cigarette,
Have another beer,
Raise your glass to one more year. (GONE!)
(Chorus)
You're so old you smell like dust,
And now your bones begin to rust.
See that face, it's full of wrinkles.
So have another cigarette,
Have another beer,
Raise that chair to one more year. (RAISE!)
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to death.
The cake is on the table,
And it is awfully bright,
'Cause there's so many candles on top.
But you are so decrepit,
Your chest so tight,
When you blow them out your lungs are gonna pop. (Popping sound)
You cannot complain
Each time you feel a pain,
Though you have arthritis and gout.
'Cause when you start kvetching,
All your teeth fall out.
So have another cigarette,
Have another beer,
Raise your glass to one more year. (GONE!)
(Chorus)
Your skin is so worn out and old,
All over your body it's sagging.
Especially loose is your old caboose,
You're dragging it behind you in a wagon.
Well, you're an alcoholic,
And you're blind and deaf,
And you have Alzheimer's I bet.
You're too old to remember,
But you're too drunk to forget.
So have another cigarette,
Have another beer,
Raise your glass to one more year. (GONE!)
(Chorus)
You're so old you smell like dust,
And now your bones begin to rust.
See that face, it's full of wrinkles.
So have another cigarette,
Have another beer,
Raise that chair to one more year. (RAISE!)
(Chorus)
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