Bombadil - Sad Birthday lyrics

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