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What a childhood I had. Once on my birthday my ol' man gave me a bat. The first day I played with it, it flew away.
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Rodney Dangerfield (born Jacob Cohen)

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You know it doesn't make much sense,
There ought to be a law against
Anyone who takes offence
At a day in your celebration,
'Cause we all know in our minds
That there ought to be a time
That we can set aside
To show just how much we love you,
And I'm sure you would agree,
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Than to have a world party
On the day you came to be?
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday.

 

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