On Saturday it's Nigels Birthday, Nigels FOTB (friend of the band). So we wrote him a song, in the manner of traditional emotionally repressed Australian Men.
I've slightly sanitised it for the front page, but in many of the places we've played, they'd like it more, if I swore :-)
Happy ----en Birthday to ya mate
I’ve written you a birthday song
It’s a lot cheaper than a gift
The kind present that I’d buy
Isn’t one that you can sniff
Holy sh-t when did we get old
Or are we just still holding on
I’ve used up half a verse I know
And already I’m banging on
So oft it seem the words I need
Come along too late
By apropos of nothing else
Happy ----'en birthday to ya mate
The chicks still think you’re really cool
Your looks are holding well
You’re cultivated, suave & debonair
If you’re not, no one could tell
A true survivor’s got the grit
To make it through these days
But I still think you give a sh-t,
Not like everybody says
And though life’s thrown a lot at you
It’s not too much for your plate
So we raise a glass and kiss yer ass
Happy ----en birthday to ya mate.
An Aussie Bloke is not the type
To wear his heart out on his sleeve
We’re fierce and strong and bold and brash
That’s what we’d have you believe
We’ll hide our deepest sentiments
In our sparring and our jibes
And never confess, except in duress
What we feel inside
so Christ will someone help me out
before it gets too late
the parking meters running, I’ve got to go
so happy ----en birthday to you mate
Happy Birthday Nigel.