Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dick Johnson
Remixer
Headless Chickens
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Matthews
Songwriter
Lyrics
Hello birthday person, your time has come again
This whole place is swinging like a monkey on a chain
And the champagne pops like rifle shots as everyone grows dim
We need a mirror to reflect upon this mess we're in
And we sing:
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Well, hello birthday person, I heard that you were thin
So I got you some religion to cuddle to your skin
And your body makes you nervous about sagging mental health
If I was you I'd trade you in and find somebody else
And we sing:
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
And this window looks out on the sea
And there's nothing between you and me
Well, I see you're expecting to fly
Well, you know the world won't catch you
So you better kiss your friends goodbye
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
Your happy day is here again
We're going down
We're going down
We're going down
We're going down
We're going down
We're going down
We're going down
Written by: Chris Matthews
