Don’t even look at me On my birthday. Look any harder And I’ll fade away.
Happy birthday, From you to me. The present you gave to me Is last year’s memory.
And memories get better with age, That’s what everyone says. I’m glad if I’m ageing, I want no delays.
You thought you heard me call you darling, And darling, darling, you're my darling. In your dreams, between the parted seas, Between you and me, I find it startling, I really do.
It's been my birthday For over a week. All that you gave me though Is loathsome and cheap. Oh where were you? Where were you? And where’s the surprise in that? Don’t give me happy, I’m too old for that.