Sad Birthday

In the hall we're celebrating what is called sad birthday
You're the host, it's up to you to make the toast on this cursed day
Count to 3, but there is no one else to sing (1 2 3 ) happy birthday
Sad sad sad sad
Sad sad sad sad
Sad sad sad birthday
Sad sad sad sad
Sad sad sad sad
Sad sad sad birthday
Count your gifts, count again what did you miss nothing anyway
Candles burn, make a wish and then adjourn to the next day
Cut the cake, get in line and take a plate, the polite way
Postman comes, a stack of bills between his thumbs just to throw away
Check your phone there's just one message it's from home and they forgot to say
Happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday to you