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Happy Birthday, Dear Friend LisaOh happy birthday, happy birthdayLittle Lisa, today is your day Sing hallelujah, you know they blew ya There are too many candles in your cake But don't you worry, there's no hurry The Jehovah's are standing by your door And they are offering eternal suffering Eternal life, but you say no Turn on the radio, clean the windows Do it in slow-mo as the day unfolds Oh, how the sun shines inside you, just like I do these days are gold The nights are silver, they make you shiver Tomorrow the Jehovah's will come by And they will ask you of an excuse Not to accept eternal life Aah But I love you, yes I love you But I would never kiss your lips Cause there's a friendship, a lovely kinship Here's a tulip to match your eyes Oh, drinking cheap wine to bossa nova You're a supernova in the sky The Jehovah's in their pull-overs Are no Casanovas like you and I Oh happy birthday, happy birthday Happy birthday to you Oh happy birthday, happy birthday Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Oh happy birthday, little Lisa Happy birthday to you |