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!