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What The Hell, Happy Birthday
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Time to move on... into the garden
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Acoustic - Acoustic General
Previous peak charts position #134
Previous peak charts position in subgenre #39
Dai Crowther
Dai Crowther - July 2011
July 30, 2011
MP3 3.2 MB
128 kbps bitrate
3:30 minutes
Story behind the song
As seen... except it wasn't my birthday. 8^)
Lyrics
What The Hell, Happy Birthday V1 There’s a cool wind blowing; through the fruit trees in my garden And I’m sitting up in bed, idly watching the leaves dancing As the branches gently sway, I’m so glad to feel this way ‘Cos usually I’d be hanging out of bed, with a nail driven right inside my head V2 But instead, I’m feeling fabulous, with my fruit trees in the garden Going to get out of bed and join the leaves in dancing My body wants to sway, I’m so glad to feel this way Much better than hanging out of bed, with that nail driven right inside my head Pre-Chorus: What The Hell, Happy Birthday, never thought that I’d reach 30 My hands are going to get dirty… today… yes today Each minute of my morning, I’ll be dancing’ while I’m pruning With these brand new secateurs, that I got from Uncle Truman And then I’ll fork and spoon, throughout this sunny afternoon Chorus: So what The Hell, Happy Birthday What The Hell, Happy Birthday What The Hell, Happy Birthday, to me What The Hell, Happy Birthday, to me V3 I have turned a new leaf and it seems I’ve turned a corner I think I’ve lost my girlfriend but I haven’t time to mourn her As the branches gently sway, I’m so glad to feel this way No more hanging round my bed, with this garden growing in my head V4 Instead, I’m feeling fabulous, on this sunny afternoon I’m going to shape my garden, going to snip and clip and prune Then I’ll gather all my family and show them what I’ve done Show them that I’ve finally found my place, my old life gone without a trace Pre-Chorus: What The Hell, Happy Birthday, never thought that I’d reach 30 My hands are going to get dirty… today… yes today Each minute of my morning, I’ll be dancing’ while I’m pruning With these brand new secateurs, that I got from Uncle Truman And then I’ll fork and spoon, throughout this sunny afternoon Chorus: So what The Hell, Happy Birthday What The Hell, Happy Birthday What The Hell, Happy Birthday, to me What The Hell, Happy Birthday, to me Bridge: Hell yes, I‘m far too young, to be thinking of growing old But the way I see it folks, I’m really being bold I’ll bring youth to my garden; I’ll bring truth to my garden My body wants to sway and I’m glad to feel this way Pre-Chorus: What The Hell, Happy Birthday, never thought that I’d reach 30 My hands are going to get dirty… today… yes today Each minute of my morning, I’ll be dancing’ while I’m pruning With these brand new secateurs, that I got from Uncle Truman And then I’ll fork and spoon, throughout this sunny afternoon Chorus: So what The Hell, Happy Birthday What The Hell, Happy Birthday What The Hell, Happy Birthday, to me What The Hell, Happy Birthday, to me Tag: What The Hell, Happy Birthday What The Hell, Happy Birthday What The Hell, Happy Birthday, to me
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