Songtext zu ' Happy Birthday ' von "Weird Al" Yankovic

Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, to you.
Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, to you.

Well, It's time to celebrate your birthday,
It happens every year,
Eat a lot of broccoli and drink a lot of beer,
You should be good and happy that there's something you caneat,
A million people every day are starving in the street!
Your daddy's in the gutter with the wrched and the poor,
Your momma's in the kitchen with a can of Cycle 4,
There's garbage in the water,
There's poision in the sky,
I guess it won't be long before we're all gonna die!

Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, to you.
Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, to you.

Well, What's the matter, little friend?
You think this party is the pits?
Enjoy it while you can,
We'll soon be blown to bits!
The monkeys in the pentagon are gonna cook our goose,
Their finger's on the button all they need is an excuse!
It doen't take a military genius too see,
We'll all be crispy critters after World War 3!
There's no where you can run to,
No where you can hide,
When they drop the big one,
We all get fried!

Come on, boys and girls, sing along, OK!?

Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, to you.
Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, to you.

Well, there's a punk in the alley and he's lookin' for a fight,
There's an Arab on the corner buyin' everything in sight,
There's a mother in the ghetto with another mouth to feed,
She said, everywhere you look today there's misery and greed,
I guess you know the Earth is gonna crash into the sun,
But that's no reason why we shouldn't have a little fun,
So if you think it's scary,
If it's more than you can take,
Then blow out the candles, and have a piece of cake!

Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, to you.
Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, to you.
Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, to you.
Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, to you.

And a pinch to grow an inch!