Am Grab the chair, boys! We've got another bucket kicker!Am E7 Happy Birthday my olde friendAm It seems this horror show will never endE7 Any moment's your last breathAm Here is to another day closer to deathAm The cake is on the table And it is awfully brightDm 'Cos there's so many candles on topAm And you are so decrepit Your chest so tightE7 Am When you blow them out your lungs are gonna popAm And you cannot complain Each time you feel a painDm Though you have arthritis and goutAm 'Cos when you start kvetching All your teeth fall outE7 So have another cigarette Have another beer Raise your glass to one more year (gone!)Am E7 Happy Birthday my olde friendAm It seems this horror show will never endE7 Any moment's your last breathAm Here is to another day closer to deathAm Your skin is so worn out and oldDm All over your body it's saggin'Am Especially loose is your old cabooseE7 Am You're dragging it behind you in a wagonAm Well, you're an alcoholic And you're blind and deafDm And you have Alzheimer's I betAm You're too old to remember But you're too drunk to forgetE7 So have another cigarette Have another beer Raise your glass to one more year (gone!)Am E7 Happy Birthday my olde friendAm It seems this horror show will never endE7 Any moment's your last breathAm Here is to another day closer to deathEm Am You're so old you smell like dustEm Am And now your bones begin to rustEm Am See that face, it's full of wrinklesE7 So have another cigarette Have another beer Raise that chair to one more year (raise!)Am E7 Happy Birthday my olde friendAm It seems this horror show will never endE7 Any moment's your last breathAm Here is to another day closer to deathAm E7 Happy Birthday my olde friendAm It seems this horror show will never endE7 Any moment's your last breath Here is to another day closerDm E7 Am To your sweet death
Happy Birthday My Olde Friend
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