Top Songs By Soupy Garbage Juice
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Soupy Garbage Juice
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek Joseph Blythe
Songwriter
Lyrics
Happy birthday, it is March
You are an aging work of art
It's time to blow up some balloons
Because your parents didn't use one
When they fucked that night in June
On a beach, under the moon
I presume that's why there's sand inside your brain
You are insane
Happy birthday, all the same
We're so glad your fam'ly came
Happy birthday, to your-
Hmph!
Ha!
Huh!
Ha!
Happy birthday, it is March
And if you look up at the stars
You are a fish or you're a goat
Although those shapes are merely gas exploding
Hot, like late in June
On that beach, under the moon
When your folks got all that sand into your brain
And also came
Happy birthday, it is March
You might be Shaq, but if you aren't
Maybe you're Kesha or Chris Martin
Or some drunk guy at a bar
With all your buddies at your side
Let's just hope it's not the Ides
Maybe time to call an Uber for a ride
You're gonna die
Happy birthday, Sandy Brain
We're so glad your fam'ly came
Happy birthday, it is spring
Happy birthday, (Michael Caine)
Have a drink, and play a game
Happy birthday, to your name (Hmph!)
Ha!
Huff!
Hee!
Hoo!
Ha?
(Huh!)
Hrr!
Happy birthday, Sandy Brain
We're so glad your fam'ly came
Happy birthday, it is spring
Have a drink, and play a game
Happy birthday, Sandy Brain
We're so glad your fam'ly came
Happy birthday, it is spring
Happy birthday, (happy birthday) to your name
(Happy birthday!)
(Ohh!)
That's it
Stop
Stop the song, it's done- you-
Happy birthday
Writer(s): Derek Joseph Blythe
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