| Oh happy birthday, happy birthday.
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| Little Lisa, today is your day.
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| Sing hallelujah, you know they blew ya'.
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| There are too many, candles in your cake.
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| But don’t you worry, there’s no hurry.
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| The Jehovas are standing by your door.
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| And they’re offering, eternal suffering.
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| Eternal life, but you say no.
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| Turn on the radio, clean the windows.
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| Do it in slow-mo, as the day unfolds.
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| Oh how the sun shines inside you, just like I do.
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| These days are gold.
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| The nights are silver, they make you shiver.
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| Tomorrow the Jehovas will come by.
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| And they will ask you of and excuse.
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| Not to accept eternal life.
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| But I love you, yes I love you.
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| But I would never kiss your lips.
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| 'Cause there’s a friendship, a lovely kinship.
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| Here’s a tulip to match your eyes.
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| Oh drinking cheap wine to bosanova.
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| You’re a supernova in the sky.
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| The Jehovas, in their pull-overs.
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| Are no Casanovas, like you and I.
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| Oh happy birthday, happy birthday.
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| Happy birthday to you.
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| Oh happy birthday, happy birthday.
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| Happy birthday to you.
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| Happy birthday to you.
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| Oh happy birthday, little Lisa.
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| Happy birthday to you. |