Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Birthday Card , by - Example. Release date: 09.09.2007
Song language: English
Birthday Card |
| Clean up my act, stop being an asshole |
| Didn’t help my debacle |
| I’d just woken up from an all day, all night, filthy bar crawl |
| Something quite bate about today’s date |
| It was hard to locate, I’d drunk too much Pernod |
| Took another swipe with my Mach 3 Turbo |
| Then it hit me like a raging inferno |
| I don’t believe it, I |
| Forgot her bloody birthday card |
| She won’t be a happy girl |
| Forgot her bloody birthday card |
| She gonna scream and yell |
| Forgot her bloody birthday card |
| She’ll leave me man, she might as well |
| Forgot her bloody birthday card |
| I try to keep things relative |
| Never give edicts to myself if I can |
| But I can only think negative |
| Used to tell her shit like I’d lost my pen |
| Now there’s a chance that I’ll never see her face again |
| So I walk a fine line, but it’s not the end |
| See, I bought her a voucher for H&M |
| She can get a new skirt and she’ll look the part |
| And if it don’t work, pour out my heart |
| Look, yeah, I’m going to be completely honest with you, you know I love you, |
| you know I respect you |
| At the end of the day, a birthday card is just a piece of paper innit? |
| In an envelope |
| Yeah I know a voucher is a piece of paper too |
| Yeah, but you can get a skirt with that |
| Well you can get shoes then |
| Wait, wait, allow that, allow that |
| Wait, nah that’s bullshit, I can’t do that |
| Can’t sound like a wanker with girly chat |
| So I gotta make a dash for the petrol station |
| Cause their cards are perfect for any occasion |
| I drop my razor and splash my boat |
| I grab some tracky B’s and a random coat |
| Then I’m on it with a wallet and I hit the pavement |
| I’m running down the street with my face half shaven |
| I’m getting stronger and stronger, my legs are burning |
| There’s still hope yet, just a couple of turnings |
| See the longer I wander the more I’m screwed |
| She gets here at 10 and it’s quarter to |
| I get to the garage, panick, scanning the rack |
| 99 percent of the range is all crap |
| «Happy Birthday Dad», «World's Best Mother» |
| «I Love You Sister», «You're a Special Brother» |
| No other bloody card with a cover for a lover |
| Plus I’m getting kinda stressed as I search for another |
| But this one struck me, it’s pink and funky |
| With a cartoon print of a drunken monkey |
| There’s a chance that I’ll make it, I’m nearly done |
| I hand in the coins and it’s time to run |
| Now it’s 5 minutes to and I’m nearly home |
| I feel the vibration and check my phone |
| The message reads, «Honey, I’ll be there shortly |
| I just got off the bus and I’ve started walking» |
| So like Kelly Holmes I sprint the home straight |
| I rip my tracky B’s as I hurdle the gate (Shit!) |
| I crash through the door, and fall up the stairs |
| Looking like I’ve been in intensive care |
| The Biro’s fucked, the pencil’s broken |
| I grab a Magic Marker and write a token |
| Of my appreciation for her |
| And the things that she does that make her so per-fect |
| Shit, there’s the bell |
| I seal the envelope it should all be swell |
| Look, here she is, my Kiera Knightly |
| She gives me a kiss and I hug her tightly |
| She asks why I’ve only shaved half my face |
| And sweating like I’ve just come first in some race |
| «I got up extra early |
| To exercise and stretch my thighs |
| So I could see my special girly» |
| She looks in my eyes and sees my lies |
| With a dubious face she accepts the card (Here you go) |
| She reads it, drops it and slaps me hard (What?) |
| I open it up and prepare for doom |
| The text in the card reads «Get Well Soon» (Damn) |
| Okay, yeah, I admit, yeah, I messed up. |
| I messed up big time |
| But have I got a surprise for you |
| Yep, nah nah, wait for it |
| I booked us a table… |
| At Nando’s |
| No, s-. |
| where are you going? |
| Seriously, where are you going? |
| It’s only a card! |