Sad Birthday - Bombadil

In the hall we’re celebrating what is called sad birthday

You’re the host, it’s up to you to make the toast on this cursed day

Count to 3, but there is no one else to sing (1 2 3) happy birthday

Sad sad sad sad

Sad sad sad sad

Sad sad sad birthday

Sad sad sad sad

Sad sad sad sad

Sad sad sad birthday

Count your gifts, count again what did you miss nothing anyway

Candles burn, make a wish and then adjourn to the next day

Cut the cake, get in line and take a plate, the polite way

Postman comes, a stack of bills between his thumbs just to throw away

Check your phone there’s just one message it’s from home and they forgot to say

Happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday to you