the happy birthday song

Andrew Bird

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.