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220909
\nThe Boomtown Fats<\/p>\n

The chocolate chips inside my mouth
\nCause sugar overload
\nAnd nobody’s gonna send a text today
\nI’m gonna hide inside my home
\nAnd Brownie doesn’t understand it
\nI always eat till my belly’s swolled
\nAnd Linc can see no presents
\n‘Cause there are no presents
\nNo presents for a man fully grown
\n(Makes me cry) I don’t like birthdays
\n(Makes me cry) I don’t like birthdays
\n(Makes me cry) I don’t like birthdays
\nMy birthday suit don’t fit me now
\nNow, now, feel like a cow
\nThough it’s my birthday I’m feeling down right now
\nI’ve been eating cake for quite a while
\nI’ve swallowed too much and soon I’ll be learning
\nAnd the lesson today is don’t eat pie
\nAnd then the chip bag crackles and I have to tackle
\nWhy I can’t see my feet or thighs
\nAnd I can see no presents
\n‘Cause there are no presents
\nJust candy wrappers piled up high, high, oh, oh oh!
\nAnd the chocolate chips inside my mouth
\nCause sugar overload oh!
\nAnd nobody’s gonna send a text today
\nI’m gonna hide inside my home
\nAnd Brownie doesn’t understand it
\nI always eat till my belly’s swolled
\nAnd Linc can see no presents
\n‘Cause there are no presents
\nNo presents for a man fully grown
\n(Makes me cry) I don’t like birthdays
\n(Makes me cry) I don’t like birthdays
\n(Makes me cry) I don’t like I don’t like
\n(Makes me cry) I don’t like birthdays
\n(Makes me cry) I don’t like I don’t like
\n(Makes me cry) I don’t like birthdays
\n(Makes me cry) I don’t like birthdays
\nMy birthday suit don’t fit me now<\/p>\n