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Today's the day the Lord has made for us to share in a special way
So everybody join and sing 'Happy Birthday!'
Happy Birthday! It's your Birthday!
Happy Birthday! It's your Birthday!
Happy Birthday... To who', To who', To Who'

Verse 1
Ok, So I get invited to this Birthday fling/ But it's crazy 'cause I don't normally do the 'birthday' thing/ You know, I'd rather chill at the crib/ Lay up inside with my remote, barbecue Herrs and my Xbox Live/ But the 'rah rah' made me say this' gonna be big/ It's like the whole wide world gonna be at this shin dig/ I mean marketers, retail specialists, economists'/ But the invite said the Birthday boy was anonymous-How crazy is that'/ And I heard by attending companies could go from being in the red to the black/ Who ever this dude is he's profound/ You talk about balloons and streamers, yo they lit up the whole downtown/ So I'm like 'if I go how am I gonna dress/ Hip-Hop or chic''/ I heard of people actually getting' off of work for a week/ Nah, I ain't missing this, it's too big/ Let me go dish out some punches and celebrate with whoever's birthday this is

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Verse 2
Hey yo so I got to the spot/ Where all the hoop-lah be/ And yo I just realized, man I ain't RSVP/ I looked left and it was Ms. R-E-S-P-E-C-T'/ This joint was jumpin' like an after hour speak easy/ I start walking around slow, you know, you gotta walk slow/ 'Cause pimpin' is in style now and I'm a Gigolo/ Man, it's like this party should've been in heaven/ 'Cause it was Good Times like James and Florida Evans/ I mean, people lightin' candles, blowing out cake'/ People makin' wishes to be good for goodness sake
Then they started taking all these gifts from under this tree/ And giving them all out, and yo the joints was free/ I was like 'this is crazy B', 'cause in mind was money
It's like somebody else's party and the dough's for me/ Well the Birthday Boy missin' out in my eyes/ He's probably playin' around, gonna walk up in here on us and be like 'Surprise!''

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Verse 3
Hey, trust me this is nice, but it's weird/ This dude must be suffering from some kind of fear/ Is he afraid to wade in emotional, societal waters'/ What' He got a multiple, social anxiety disorder'/ Just then I saw a guy like Little Jack Horner/ Just sittin' in the back, way over in the corner/ And I was like 'nah this dude ain't gonna ruin this fun'/ Let me walk over here and give this wallflower some sun/ I said, 'Yo dun, you letting us down like the horse Smarty''/ He said, 'Yo my bad, is this your party''/ I said, 'Nah, but you chippin' up my joy''/ HE said, 'For real, well I'M the BIRTHDAY BOY'/ I'M THE BIRTHDAY MAN, slash, THE BIRTHDAY GOD/ Now you can call me JESUS, or you can call ME LORD'/ I was floored; I said, ' Forgive us, we gave out all the gifts''/ HE said, 'I forgive you, its kool - for real, don't even trip'/ I ain't worried about no gifts'
and ain't nothing wrong with Christmas'/ I ain't even really mad at the real St. Nicolas/ He said, 'I'm more concerned about those that recognize my worth/ And chose today to signify the significance of my birth/ So I'm chillin, can't nothing dim MY shine/ 'Cause from now to eternity, I'MA still get MINE'/ I was like, man it's been a bugged out day!/ And I just stood there'/ Ain't even know what to say but'

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