Still live, skin tight, make-up in the hall
A photograph of Garbo passing time on the wall
Every little thing but the truth
Now you're big news, all used, cameras at the door
The film of your life takes a ride to New York
Every single frame has to end
As your sex lends appeal to a friend
Singing:
Happy birthday
Have a nice day
Ripped off pin-up, cry out to belong
They can't love a woman now they've paid for a doll
Never trust a vulture to move
Now he's looking for a shot in the nude
Singing:
Happy birthday Mr. President
Have a nice day Mr. President
Your hair-man hovers round, make-up on the board
It was just a note -- a private joke -- "While I'm
still warm"
The vultures queue up at the morgue
Just a dollar for a shot at the corpse
Singing:
Happy birthday
Have a nice day
Happy birthday Mr. President
Have a nice day Mr. President
"37-22-35" R.I.P
