Monday, March 06, 2006

I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday

I turned 33 yesterday. There was much rejoicing.

Why do we rejoice? Has anybody ever just gotten joiced right the first time?

Your Birthday - to the tune of The Love Boat:

You, your days flying by
Getting old. You're going to die.
Death, life's sole guarantee.
Gonna crock, it's true for you and me.

Your Birthday! You escaped from you mother's womb
Your Birthday! Another step towards the tomb
You can try to out run it,
but you'll fail, it's true.
and Life...it's slipping away
To a grave...and you'll turn to gooo!.
Yes Death!! It's Death! ! (hey-ah!)

Your birthday!
You escaped from your mother's womb;
Your birthday!
Another step towards to the tomb!
You can try to out run it,
but you'll fail, it's true.
and Life...it's sliping away
to a grave...where you'll turn to goo!
It's Death! It's Death! It's
Death!
Your Birthday! You're Birthday!

1 comment:

Cheetah Kittens said...

e gads... and i am bummed about turning 30 this year... i'll be sure to sing this song to everyone who says "happy bday" or "30 ain't that bad"

:-)

chin up!