You stoop to such a level
You get up against your will
You fix your hair in half-life
and get in your hunk of steel
You lick your chops in hunger
There’s a Subway on the right
You think you’re on a diet
an anorexic plight
Air conditioning is broken
So you’ve got the windows down
Suddenly, skies open up
Rain is pouring on your frown
Now the windows won’t roll up
To add to this demise
An 18-wheeler splashes mud
Not a big surprise
Right on your anguished face
Tears are streaming down your cheeks
Your hair is all messed up
and that “mud” stuff really reeks
You reach your destination
It’s Lindsey’s house you see…
And theres a party going on
that will make your eardrums bleed!
Happy Birthday Lindsey
It’s time to cut the cake
Happy Birthday Lindsey
Let’s eat for goodness sake
I am feeling queasy
My body starts to shake
So you need to feed me
Don’t make a big mistake
Happy Birthday Lindsey
Oh Happy Birthday Lindsey