in the hall we're celebrating what is called sad birthdaynnyou're the host, it's up to you to make the toast on this cursed daynncount to 3, but there is no one else to sing (1 2 3 ) happy birthdaynnnnsad sad sad sadnnsad sad sad sadnnsad sad sad birthdaynnsad sad sad sadnnsad sad sad sadnnsad sad sad birthdaynnnncount your gifts, count again what did you miss nothing anywaynncandles burn, make a wish and then adjourn to the next daynncut the cake, get in line and take a plate, the polite waynnnnpostman comes, a stack of bills between his thumbs just to throw awaynncheck your phone there's just one message it's from home and they forgot to saynnhappy birthday happy birthday happy birthday to you