It’s another year,
but you have nothing to fear,
for you’re got more gears.
Is it just one bump,
I think that counts for fifty,
and there’s still some cake.
Happy Birthday cards,
and the little gifts they will bring,
but hope they don’t sing.
As complex as simple is.
It’s another year,
but you have nothing to fear,
for you’re got more gears.
Is it just one bump,
I think that counts for fifty,
and there’s still some cake.
Happy Birthday cards,
and the little gifts they will bring,
but hope they don’t sing.