Happy Birthday to Who ? کے بول

Chorus Today's the day the Lord has made for us to share in a special way So everybody join and sing "Happy Birthday!" Happy Birthday! It's your Birthday! Happy Birthday! It's your Birthday! Happy Birthday... To who?, To who?, To Who? Verse 1 Ok, So I get invited to this Birthday fling/ But it's crazy 'cause I don't normally do the "birthday" thing/ You know, I'd rather chill at the crib/ Lay up inside with my remote, barbecue Herrs and my Xbox Live/ But the "rah rah" made me say this' gonna be big/ It's like the whole wide world gonna be at this shin dig/ I mean marketers, retail specialists, economists…/ But the invite said the Birthday boy was anonymous-How crazy is that?/ And I heard by attending companies could go from being in the red to the black/ Who ever this dude is he's profound/ You talk about balloons and streamers, yo they lit up the whole downtown/ So I'm like "if I go how am I gonna dress/ Hip-Hop or chic?"/ I heard of people actually getting' off of work for a week/ Nah, I ain't missing this, it's too big/ Let me go dish out some punches and celebrate with whoever's birthday this is Chorus Verse 2 Hey yo so I got to the spot/ Where all the hoop-lah be/ And yo I just realized, man I ain't RSVP/ I looked left and it was Ms. R-E-S-P-E-C-T…/ This joint was jumpin' like an after hour speak easy/ I start walking around slow, you know, you gotta walk slow/ 'Cause pimpin' is in style now and I'm a Gigolo/ Man, it's like this party should've been in heaven/ 'Cause it was Good Times like James and Florida Evans/ I mean, people lightin' candles, blowing out cake…/ People makin' wishes to be good for goodness sake Then they started taking all these gifts from under this tree/ And giving them all out, and yo the joints was free/ I was like "this is crazy B", 'cause in mind was money It's like somebody else's party and the dough's for me/ Well the Birthday Boy missin' out in my eyes/ He's probably playin' around, gonna walk up in here on us and be like "Surprise!"… Chorus Verse 3 Hey, trust me this is nice, but it's weird/ This dude must be suffering from some kind of fear/ Is he afraid to wade in emotional, societal waters?/ What? He got a multiple, social anxiety disorder?/ Just then I saw a guy like Little Jack Horner/ Just sittin' in the back, way over in the corner/ And I was like "nah this dude ain't gonna ruin this fun"/ Let me walk over here and give this wallflower some sun/ I said, "Yo dun, you letting us down like the horse Smarty…"/ He said, "Yo my bad, is this your party?"/ I said, "Nah, but you chippin' up my joy…"/ HE said, "For real, well I'M the BIRTHDAY BOY…/ I'M THE BIRTHDAY MAN, slash, THE BIRTHDAY GOD/ Now you can call me JESUS, or you can call ME LORD"/ I was floored; I said, " Forgive us, we gave out all the gifts…"/ HE said, "I forgive you, its kool - for real, don't even trip…/ I ain't worried about no gifts… and ain't nothing wrong with Christmas…/ I ain't even really mad at the real St. Nicolas/ He said, "I'm more concerned about those that recognize my worth/ And chose today to signify the significance of my birth/ So I'm chillin, can't nothing dim MY shine/ 'Cause from now to eternity, I'MA still get MINE"/ I was like, man it's been a bugged out day!/ And I just stood there…/ Ain't even know what to say but… Chorus