Okay everybody, I’m gonna tell you about some birthday parties I’ve been to
And when I get to the “Happy Birthday” part, well,
I want you to say “Happy Birthday” the same way the animals said it at the party
Here we go!

A cat had a birthday and all the cats came
To eat cat cake and play a cat game
To open cat presents and when they were through
They said “Happy Birthday” the way cats do

And they said, “Meow, meow, meow”
Everybody do it now, “Meow, meow, meow”
Really nothing to it, “Meow, meow, meow”
Well image that, you’ve just said “Happy Birthday” in cat
That’s what you did!

A duck had a birthday and all the ducks came
To eat duck cake and play a duck game
To open duck presents and when they were through
They said “Happy Birthday” the way that ducks do

And they said, “Quack, quack, quack”
Everybody do it now, “Quack, quack, quack”
Really nothing to it, “Quack, quack, quack”
Well the ducks are in luck, you’ve just said “Happy Birthday” in duck

Now when a rooster wants to say “Happy Birthday” to you
He says, “Cock-a-doodle, cock-a-doodle-do”
Now listen real close and I’ll tell you more
“Happy Birthday” to a lion is a great big “ROAR”, nice

A cow had a birthday and all the cows came
To eat cow cake and play a cow game
To open cow presents and when they were through
They said “Happy Birthday” the way cows do

And they said, “Moo, moo, moo”
Everybody do it now, “Moo, moo, moo”
Really nothing to it, “Moo, moo, moo”
Well you just learned how to say “Happy Birthday” in cow

Where’s the cats? (meow, meow, meow)
Let’s hear the ducks! (quack, quack, quack)
Do it rooster! (cock-a-doodle-do)
What’s up lion? (ROAR)
Word cows! (moo, moo, moo)

You were really great, I’m proud of ya, “Happy Birthday”!

oh, to speak on one’s feet
to beat on one’s brain
the popular mechanics are at it again
a tenement filled with side-show freaks
assembled to downgrade
an immpeccable arrangement
by the soft-rock renegades
and give me time to light
a sentimental torch tonight
i’m a big fan of the pigpen

sharper than most
cut with exacto
gone is all good
ex post facto
ba-da-ba-da…
oh, oh…

Hey baby, I ain’t askin’ much of you
No no no no no no no no baby, I ain’t askin’ much of you
Just a big-a big-a hunk o’ love will do

Don’t be a stingy little mama
You’re ’bout to starve me half to death
Well you can spare a kiss or two and
Still have plenty left, no no no
Baby, I ain’t askin’ much of you
Just a big-a big-a hunk o’ love will do

You’re just a natural born beehive
Filled with honey to the top
Well I ain’t greedy baby
All I want is all you got, no no no
Baby, I ain’t askin’ much of you
Just a big-a big-a hunk o’ love will do

I got wishbone in my pocket
I got a rabbit’s foot ’round my wrist
You know I’d have all the things these lucky charms could bring
If you’d give me just one sweet kiss, no no no no no no no
Baby, I ain’t askin’ much of you
Just a big-a big-a hunk o’ love will do

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To meet her once just to know it through and through
I know, I know
But it ain’t finished till the fat lady sings
I know, I know

How can I help you?
You’re just a wanna-be
I’m a believer
You’re a sex receiver
And me with a big hurt
You know I had a big hurt
From the very start
I’m hurting so bad
‘Cause you’re my roommate from hell

CHORUS
Got to take some blows on the stepping stones
Speak in extremes
It’ll save you time
You were a saint abroad
But a devil at home
Come on here, woo-woo
And kiss it for me

To meet her once just to know it through and through
I know, I know
Even a glass eye in a duck’s ass can see that
I know, I know

How can I help you?
I’m hit with a big hurt
You know I had
A great big hurt
From the very start
I’m hurting so bad
And here come the indians oooo

CHORUS

Kiss it for me, woo-woo
Kiss it for me
Woo-woo, kiss it for me
Come on here, woo-woo
Kiss it for me
Kiss it where it counts
Kiss it for me
Come on here, woo-woo
Woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo
Kiss it for me

I know

To meet her once is to know here through and through
I know, I know
But it ain’t finished till the fat lady sings
I know, I know
How can I help you
You’re just a wanna be
I’m a believer
You’re a sex receiver
And me with a big hurt
You know I had a big hurt
>From the very start
I’m hurin’ so bad
‘Cause you’re my room mate from hell
Got to take some blows on the stepping stones
Speak in extremes, it’ll save you time
You were a saint abroad but a devil at home
Come on here wo woo and kiss it for me
To meet her once is to know her through and through
I know, I know
Even a glass eye in a duck’s ass can see that
I know, I know
I’m hurting so bad
And here come the Indians, ooo
Got to take some blows on the stpping stones
Speak in extremes, it’ll save you time
You were a saint abroad but a devil at home
Come on here woo woo and kiss it for me
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I need a bigger mood
to block out the sun
I don’t wanna see what I’ve become
and you could fight your way
give back what you really want
it’s nothing special anyway

Yeah you’re always in my way
I’m falling faster everyday
yeah you’re always in my way
I gotta spit you out
you bring me down
everything just crashes to the ground
cause you were always in my way

I can feel a brake
a bruise from another day
it’s hard to say just what I feel
it all seems broken now
when I’m stuck on the in between
staring at something out of reach

Yeah you’re always in my way
I’m falling faster everyday
yeah you’re always in my way
I gotta spit you out
you bring me down
everything just crashes to the ground
cause you were always in my way

go!

yeah you’re always in my way
yeah you’re always in my way
you bring me down
everything just crashes to the ground
cause you were always in my way
cause you were always in my way
cause you were always in my way
yeah

Did you ever wanna see what the birdies see?
Well I do!
Did you ever wanna see what the birdies see?
Well I do!
Birdies see from way up high
Because they hang out in the sky
Things sure look different, my-oh-my
When you see with a birdie’s eye

(the video is shown and the game is played)

Things sure look different, my-oh-my
When you see with a birdie’s eye

A canner exceedingly canny,
One morning remarked to his granny:
A canner can can anything that he can,
But a canner can’t can a can, can he?

There was a young man so benighted,
He didn’t know when he was slighted,
But went to the party and ate just as hearty
As tho’ he’d been duly invited.

[Eazy E]
Oh shit. I guess there’s one less bitch you gotta worry about.

[Narrator]
Let’s describe a certain female. A female with the disease of character
and attitude. If you will a snob. However in a view of NWA…

[Ice Cube]
A bitch is a bitch (bitch)
So if I’m poor or rich (word up)
I talk in the exact same pitch
Now the title bitch don’t apply to all women
But all women have a little bitch in ’em (yeah)
It’s like a disease that’s plagues their character
Takin’ the women of America (yeah)
And it starts with a letter B
It makes a girl like that think she better than me (bitch)
See, some get mad and some just bury
But, yo, if the shoe fits wear it (wear it)
It makes ’em go deaf in the ear
That’s why when you say ‘hi’ she won’t say ‘hi’
Are you the kind that think you’re too damn fly?
Bitch eat shit ‘n die (ha, ha)
Ice cube comin’ at you at crazy pitch
(Why?) I think a bitch is a bitch

‘Who the fuck you think you’re callin’ a bitch you little ? muthafucka?
I dunno who the fuck you think you’re talkin’ to. Let me tell you one
muthafuckin’ thang, I’m not a…’ [Eazy E] ‘Bitch, shut the fuck up.’

Yo, you can tell a girl that’s out for the money (How?)
She look good and the bitch won’t phony
She ain’t no dummy she’s right the …
Yo, bitch fuck when I’m driving
See a young nigga that’s striving
You’re thru’ without a BMW
That’s why a bitch is a bitch
I guess, or ether P-M-S
Here, test the girl that’s kinda snobby (a’ight)
And I bet you dis a nigga is her hobby
And after she finished the test
Write today a B-I-T-C-H
And watch her get mad ’cause she know it’s true (she know it)
But a nigga like me, I say ‘fuck you’
Do like Ice Cube, slam her ass in a ditch (slam her ass)
‘Cause a bitch is a bitch

‘Why I gonna be a bitch?’
‘I ain’t call you no bitch. If you’d listen to a goddamn song it’d tell
you what a bitch is.’
‘Fuck the song ’cause I’m not no muthafuckin’ bitch.’
‘I didn’t say you was a bitch.’
‘Fuck you, punk-ass nigga!’
‘Fuck you, bitch!
‘Fuck you! Who the fuck you think you are?
‘Fuck you! Suck my dick, bitch!

I once knew a bitch who got a slack
‘Cause she playing me like she was all that
A bitch can be your best friend talking behind your back (yeah)
About who’s fucking who and who’s getting fat
Look at yourself for me, (look bitch)
Now do you fall in this category?
Or you’re the kind that won’t bleak
‘Cause you don’t think, yo, shit stinks
Luckily I haven’t had a drink
‘Cause I’ll down you ass
Than I’ll clown your ass
‘Cause the niggas I hang with ain’t rich (I ain’t rich)
We’re all saying ‘Fuck you bitch!’ (Word up!)
Now, what I can do with a hoe like you
Been your ass over then I’m thru’
? that you see Ice Cube ain’t takin’ no shit
(Why?) ‘Cause I think a bitch is a bitch

[Narrator]
There you have it. The description of a bitch. Now ask yourself,
are they talking about you? Are you that funky, dirty, money-hungry,
scandalous, stuck-up, hair piece contact wearing bitch? Yep, you
probably are.

Bitch!

It’s after midnight – you lie awake
Counting the hours till daybreak
What can you do now, where can you go
When you’re about at the end of your rope
You can…
Drive out to the edge of town
Where the world is cold and dark
Look for the flicker of a neon sign
In the shape of a broken heart
You’ll hear music that will give you chills
Coming from that run down bar
You can slow dance with the ghost of love
To the cry – of a blue guitar

Drive out to the edge of town
Where the world is cold and dark
Look for the flicker of a neon sign
In the shape of a broken heart
You’ll hear music that will give you chills
Coming from that run down bar
You can slow dance with the ghost of love
To the cry – of a blue guitar

It’s where the lonely people go
When they just can’t take no more
You’ll see what heartache is all about
And you can cry till you’re cried out
When you…

Drive out to the edge of town
Where the world is cold and dark
Look for the flicker of a neon sign
In the shape of a broken heart
You’ll hear music that will give you chills
Coming from that run down bar
You can slow dance with the ghost of love
To the cry – of a blue guitar

You’ll hear music that will give you chills
Coming from that run down bar
You can slow dance with the ghost of love
To the cry – of a blue guitar