G C G C D G C G D C G [Verse 1]G C G This is your time, this is your dayG D You’ve waited and wondered, you pondered and planedG C G Where will you stay, what will they say, how will you get there, where will you goD C What will they give you, how many friends will show [Chorus]G C G Happy birthday, heres to yaC D Happy birthday everyoneG C G By him a beer, give him a cheer, some love and affectionD C A gift card, a cake, and a hug.G C G D [Verse 2]G C G What self respecting adult, makes a big deal of their birthdayD It’s time to simmer down and stop acting like you’re tenG C G But we know you’re a really big deal, so lets get it out of the wayD C For you and nearly two million other important people for today [Chorus 2]G C G Happy birthday, heres to yaC D We know all about it cause you told everyoneG C G Its attention that you seek, it’s a birthday not a weekD C G You’re a wicked sick, sad, selfish, son of a gun.G C G C DC Throw your self a big ole partyG D Rent yourself a big ole hallC D Send out invitations to your shitty birthday ballG C G Stop posting pictures and videos, you think you’re so cinematicD C Blow out those fricken candles, and GET OVER IT C N’T BE SO DRAMATIC [Chorus]G C G Happy birthday, heres to yaC D Happy birthday everyoneG C G No more beers, no more cheers, no more love and affectionD C No gift card, no cake, and no hug.G C G Happy birthday, heres to yaC D We know all about it cause you told everyoneG C G Its attention that you seek, it’s a birthday not a weekD C G You’re a wicked sick, sad, selfish, son of a gun.D C G You’re a wicked sick, sad, selfish, son of a gun.
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