OK, Folks, you know the drill. Allright everyone, let’s gather in front of our large, 13″, Black and White TV set, and watch as a tall, lanky man in a khaki uniform strides out, introduces himself as Sheriff John, and says: “I know I’m no Checkers and Pogo, and I don’t know the tune for ‘It’s your birthday the day you were born’. I hope this song will suffice instead.” He pulls out a bouzouki, strums it, and says, “This is for you, shutterbug93”:
| My mother says that little girls are made of sugar. Happy birthday! (Happy birthday!) My mother says my life will be a white, white ribbon. Happy birthday! (Happy birthday!) And all my tomorrows are waiting in a line Shimmering, glimmering, soon to be mine. My mother says, she looks at me and she remembers. |
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Happy birthday! (Happy birthday!) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Happy birthday! (Happy birthday!) And all my tomorrows are waiting in a line My mother says, she looks at me and she remembers. [Happy Birthday from Zorba the Greek, M&L: Kander/Ebb] |
May all your tomorrows be great ones!
