Voltaire - Happy birthday my olde friend

^AmGrab the chair, boys! We've got another bucket kicker! ^AmHappy Birthday my olde ^E7friend It seems this horror show will never ^Amend Any moment's your last ^E7breath Here is to another day closer to ^Amdeath

^AmThe cake is on the table And it is awfully bright 'Cos ^Dmthere's so many candles on top And ^Amyou are so decrepit Your chest so tight When you ^E7blow them out your lungs are gonna ^Ampop

^AmAnd you cannot complain Each time you feel a pain Though ^Dmyou have arthritis and gout 'Cos ^Amwhen you start kvetching All your teeth fall out So ^E7have another cigarette Have another beer Raise your glass to one more year (gone!)

^AmHappy Birthday my olde ^E7friend It seems this horror show will never ^Amend Any moment's your last ^E7breath Here is to another day closer to ^Amdeath

^AmYour skin is so worn out and old ^DmAll over your body it's saggin' ^AmEspecially loose is your old caboose You're ^E7dragging it behind you in a ^Amwagon

^AmWell, you're an alcoholic And you're blind and deaf And ^Dmyou have Alzheimer's I bet ^AmYou're too old to remember But you're too drunk to forget So ^E7have another cigarette Have another beer Raise your glass to one more year (gone!)

^AmHappy Birthday my olde ^E7friend It seems this horror show will never ^Amend Any moment's your last ^E7breath Here is to another day closer to ^Amdeath

^EmYou're so old you smell like ^Amdust ^EmAnd now your bones begin to ^Amrust ^EmSee that face, it's full of ^Amwrinkles So ^E7have another cigarette Have another beer Raise that chair to one more year (raise!)

^AmHappy Birthday my olde ^E7friend It seems this horror show will never ^Amend Any moment's your last ^E7breath Here is to another day closer to ^Amdeath

^AmHappy Birthday my olde ^E7friend It seems this horror show will never ^Amend Any moment's your last ^E7breath Here is to another day closer ^DmTo ^E7your sweet ^Amdeath