Happy, Happy Birthday to you. Are you 7? Nineteen? Forty-two? Bowl a spare or a strike, They are open all night, In-between eat a corn dog or two. So you've knocked down only one pin, There's really no need for chagrin. How can you lose in those fashionable shoes? It's your birthday, they must let you win. So on that very special day, Go bowling! - whaddaya say? A birthday surprise That's good for the thighs And blows mini-golf away.
