Estás son las dos viejas brujas que se buscan hoy en aquelarre cumpleañero. Si usted las ha visto o sabe del paradero de alguna de ellas favor informe. Necesitan una poción urgente para aparecer como se ven en las fotos.
Cuando las vea por favor, cante la siguiente canción y no les jalarán las patas.
La letra:
Once a year we celebrate with stupid hats and plastic plates, the fact that you were able to make another trip around the sun.
And the whole clan gathers round' and gifts and laughter too will bound, we'll let out a joyful sound and sing that stupid song.
Happy Birthday, now you're one year older.
Happy Birthday, your life still isn't over.
Happy Birthday, you did not accomplish much.
But you didn't die this year, I guess that's good enough.
So let's drink to your fading health, and hope you don't remind yourself your chance of finding fame and wealth decrease with every year.
Does it feel like your doing laps, and eating food and taking naps, and hoping that some day, perhaps, your life will hold some cheer?
Happy Birthday, what have you done that matters?
Happy Birthday, you're starting to get fatter.
Happy Birthday, it's downhill from now on.
Try not to remind yourself your best years are all gone.
If cryogenics were all free then you could live like Walt Disney and live for all eternity inside a block of ice.
But instead your time is set, this is the only life you get, and though it hasn't ended yet some times you wish it might!
Happy Birthday, you wish you had more money.
Happy Birthday, your life's so sad it's funny.
Happy Birthday, how much more can you take?
But your friends are hungry so just cut the stupid cake.
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Dear
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