Tekstovi: Andrew Bird. Mysterious Production of Eggs. The Happy Birthday Song.

When I wake up in the morning
Pour the coffee and I read the paper
An' then I slowly and so softly do the dishes
And feed the fishes

Sing me "Happy Birthday"
Sing it like it's going to be your last day
Like it's Hallelujah
Don't just let it pass on through ya

It's a giant among cliches
And that's why I want you to sing it anyway
Sing me "Happy Birthday"
Only 'cause hell, what's it all about anyway

Sing me "Happy Birthday"
Happy birthday, it's gonna be your last day
Gonna be your last day here on earth

Sing me "Happy Birthday"
Happy birthday, like it's gonna be your
Gonna be your last day