[Originally by Weird Al Yankovic]
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happy birthday, happy birthday to you
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it's time to celebrate your birthday, it happens every year,
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we'll eat a lot of broccoli and drink a lot of beer
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you should be good and happy that there's something you can eat,
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a million people every day are starving in the street
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your father's in the gutter with the wretched and the poor,
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your mother's in the kitchen with a can of cycle-four
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there's garbage in the water, pollution in the sky,
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i guess it won't be long before we're all gonna die.
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what's the matter, little friend, think this party is the pits?
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enjoy it while you can, we'll soon be blown to bits
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the monkeys in the pentagon are gonna cook our goose,
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they got their finger on the button, all they need is an excuse
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it doesn't take a military genius to see,
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we'll all be crispy critters after world war three
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there's nowhere you can run to, nowhere you can hide,
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when the bomb gets dropped we all get fried
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come on boys and girls, sing along, ok?
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well there's a punk in the alley and he's looking for a fight,
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an <i>[overprivileged]</i> on the corner buying everything in sight
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there's a mother in the ghetto with another mouth to feed,
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seems that everywhere you look today it's misery and greed
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well i guess you know the earth is gonna crash into the sun,
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but that's no reason why we shouldn't have a little fun
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so if you think it's scary, if it's more than you can take,
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just blow out the candles and have a piece of cake
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Happy Birthday
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The Overprivileged |