Happy Birthday

Lyrics:
The beetle eyes of the joker turn to dollar signs
Nobody can hear him scream
To the imaginary audience he makes his plea
“Celebrate me, me, me”
Volcano head could spit his lava to the countryside
And wipe out an entire history
So give him money give him power give him fortune and fame
Or else it’ll end it misery
The puppet master has his fingers on the golden strings
And plays them like a symphony
He’s making music that we’ve only ever heard in dreams
It brings about his ecstasy
Put another coat of finish on the crystal ball
The future’s looking brilliant and shiny
As long as everybody still believes in Santa Clause
We’ll survive another winter, no problem
Happy birthday from your friends down at the superstore
We have a sale on all your favorite treats
There’s a deal right now on dynamite and TNT
Right now they’re buy one get one free