All the parents of the children of December   Have a clutch    'Cause their birthdays are the hardest to remember   When you're born on Christmas   Or the day before new year's   They can sing out your birthday    But but but nobody hears   I was lucky I was born in the summer   Nineteen seventy five   It was as hot as an oven   Families that were lovin each other in November   By April were planning all the new family members   But save one for the empirical boy with his empirical toys    The hots wheels the autobots and the deceptigons   Everyone's waiting to see what he's worth   But he is invincible like a breeze on the earth      I was holding something   In my hands so tightly   I was afraid to let it go   I was afraid to even know   I was holding something   In my heart so tightly   I was afraid to let it go      Oh when you're born in December   It's hard to remember   Well the 90s have ended   So what do you call this decade?      I hold every person I meet like a treasure   I defend the ones I love to whatever the end is   And that's why I take it to you through the music   'Cause when the music's connected it's like everyone's protected   January is for Rosie    God bless Rosie   And February is for Tim   We all know about him   March is for my mama still winin' and dinin'   And April is for my my my my pop   May give to Jonas some   June is for the bass   Mine's July July July July July      All the parents of the children of December   Have a clutch    When you're born in christmas   Or the day after new year's   They can sing out your birthday but but but but but but but   Make a little noise   Make a little sound      Oh when you're born in December   And no one remembers   Well the 90s have ended   So what do you call this decade?