When I wake up
In the morning
Pour the coffee
And I read the paper
And I slowly
And so softly
I do the dishes
I feed the fishes
Sing a birthday
Sing it like it's going to be your last day
Like it's hallelujah
Don't let it just pass on through ya
It's a giant and long cliché
And that's why I want you to sing it anyway
Sing me happy birthday
'Cause, hell, what's it all about?

Sing me happy birthday
Happy birthday
It's gonna be your last day
Gonna be your last day

Sing me happy birthday
Happy birthday
Like it's going to be
Going to be your last day