Happy Birthday
Happy birthday you’re one year older
Happy birthday you’re one year closer to death
The Grim Reaper is one step closer
Soon you’ll be gone and they’ll be nothing left
And no one will miss you

You getting out of shape and your gut getting fat
Will compliment your sagging old man ball sack
You hair will grey and your looks will start to fade
And you really weren’t that good looking in the first place
You’re already ugly

Happy birthday you’re one year older
Happy birthday, stuff your face with cake
The fact that your death is one year closer
Is something we can all celebrate…’cause we hate you

I don’t think the accomplishment
Is great enough for us to celebrate
The only thing that you really did
Was not die in the last 365 days

Happy Birthday you’re one year older
Happy Birthday you’re one year closer to death
I wrote this song because I hate you
And didn’t want to spend money on a real present

Happy birthday you’re one year older
And you suck much more than you did last year
So far you life has been a big disappointment
And it’s only going to go downhill from here