One day you’ll need someone to dress you  You’ll be spilling food down on your face  The next a priest will God bless you   And it won’t mean that you sneezed  But the time in between   Is lost like a dream  Your melancholy mood comes too late  So pick that old ass of yours  Up off the floor  For tonight we celebrate    And the years go by  And we don’t know where they went  We just let them fly  ‘Cause they were all heaven sent  We’re on borrowed time  And we still owe half the rent  For soaking up the sunshine  ‘Til we’re dead gone  We will laugh until we drop  Here’s your birthday song  May your party never stop  Singing on and on  We go stumbling down the block  Soaking up the good wine    We’re covered in silver confetti  There’s bottles all over the floor  Just because your bank account’s empty   It don’t mean that you’re poor  The nights just like this  Make me feel like I’m rich  Like the fire still burns in my core  So raise that old glass of yours  Up towards the sky  We’re not counting anymore