There’s nothing to do or say
it’s no one’s birthday today
no one’ll come out to play
there’ll be no presents or cake
there’re no party favors to take
‘cause it’s nobody’s birthday today
No party games to play
no piñata’s gonna sway
no ice cream, cream soda, candy
no pretzels, nuts, no pecan sandy
it’s no one’s birthday here today
I’m gonna go home right a way
‘cause I no longer wanna stay
I’ll go home and read a book
figure out something I can cook
until it’s someone’s birthday someday
Indigestion from too many French desserts: the wrath of crepes
