Bombadil Sad Birthday
in the hall we're celebrating
what is called sad birthday
you're the host,
it's up to you to make the toast
on this cursed day
count to 3, but there is no one else to sing (1 2 3 )
happy birthday
sad sad sad sad
sad sad sad sad
sad sad sad birthday
sad sad sad sad
sad sad sad sad
sad sad sad birthday
count your gifts, count again what did you miss nothing
anyway
candles burn, make a wish and then adjourn to the next
day
cut the cake, get in line and take a plate, the polite
way
postman comes, a stack of bills between his thumbs just
to throw away
check your phone there's just one message it's from home
and they forgot to say
happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday to you
