It's your birthday fair and square,
It seems like no one else will care.
In your dreams your life's a treat,
But real life's made of smelly feet.
You'd like to have a little rest,
But bosses think that work is best.
You work all day, you work all night,
You have to live by candle light.
And when finally your work is done,
We think that you should have some fun.