birthday blues

i hate having birthdays

but i'm loving growing old

my baby's sitting beside me

and my teeth, they're flashing gold

blow the cake, blow the candle

the icing's borderline

don't send no card no present

no strip-o-gram no red wine

youth is just a stopping stage

party time juvenile

all that high-time-flyin

soon goes out of style

blow the cake, blow the candle

the icing's borderline

don't send no card no present

no strip-o-gram no red wine

age has made me hairless,

lame, blind, asinine

but my baby's lying beside me

and that's the bottomline