Offered in the spirit of true silliness
"To the tune of the Volga Boatman song"
| Happy Birthday! (UHH!) Happy Birthday! (UHH!)
Death and gloom and black despair Happy Birthday! (UHH!) Happy Birthday! (UHH!) Fear and gloom and darkness but You're a period cook, its true Now your jail-bait days are done You must marry very soon Were I sitting in your shoes, Tho you're turning 29 Now you've lived another year Long ago your hair turned grey It's your birthday never fear See the wrinkles on your face Indigestion's what you get This one lesson you must learn While you eat your birthday stew Death will come before the dawn People starving on the earth, Rape the horses while they sleep, Now you've lived another year, News that fills our hearts with When you've reached your age You Know Now you are the age you are May the candles on your cake Burn the Castle and storm the keep May your deeds with sheep and yaks Your servants steal, your wife's untrue They stole your gold, your sword, your house So you're 29 again So another year has passed Black Death has just struck your town We brought linen, white as cloud So far death you have bypassed I'm a leper, can't you see Burn, then rape by firelight Birthdays come but once a year, Now you've lived another year, Raise your cup of bitter cheer, Now your hairs are turning grey, Like the wrinkles in old lace Famine, fear, and fire and flood
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