You’re never gonna learn to fly
You’re never gonna learn a foreign language
You’re never gonna see an Alaskan sunset
Or that big iceberg ahead,
hey, but that’s OK.
Happy Birthday
Ask again, or phone a friend but there’s nothing left to say.
Happy Birthday
But there’s nothing left, nothing left, nothing left to do…
You’re never gonna write a book
You’re never gonna write a great concerto
You’re never gonna hear an Australian silenced
Or that big fire truck ahead,
hey, but that’s OK.
Happy Birthday
Ask again, or phone a friend but there’s nothing left to say.
Happy Birthday
But there’s nothing left, nothing left, nothing left to do…
Never living on a farm.
Never living with a wife
Never living in a house.
Never killing with a knife.
Never living on a prayer.
Never living in faith.
Never living with guilt, for the rest of my days.
Never living on the run.
Never living in shame.
Never living with scum.
Never dying in a game.
Never living on a whim.
Never living in a dream.
Never living in a world, where everybody schemes.
Happy Birthday…
Lyrics by John Berry