Birthday Boy

I am the birthday boy Today's my day, mine to enjoy I am the birthday king Today of me I sing Today love ones all me more A truce is called on our cold war Today I wear the birthday crown The toast of this damn town I'm excused, I'm off the hook I just was born - that's all it took Though I fuck up, hurt, and annoy I'm still the birthday boy I was born upon this day Happiness is wished my way Christmas is good but not this There's handshakes, hugs and kisses Fred Mercury is dead and gone Raquel Welch continues on Verner Herzog's doing fine It's their birthdays and mine It's the same day every year Those something else is getting nearer My birthday will come and go One day and I won't know it But I am the birthday boy Today's my day, mine to enjoy I'm the king, I wear the crown The toast of this damn town Yeah!