The nausea may have passed, but I suddenly find myself in the middle of a sugar rush. I speak to the Mithadan for a moment and then climb onto the stage.
"I'd like to take this oppurtunity to offer my sincerest congratulations on this the Barrow-down's third birthday! I like less than half of you...oh wait wrong story, heh heh." A snare drum and scattered boos.
"Anyway, since we're spoofing Beatles songs, I'd like to offer this."
The music starts.
You say it's your deathday!
It's my deathday too yet!
You say it's your deathday!
We're gonna have a good time!
I'm glad it's your death day!
Happy deathday to you!
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party
I would like you to dance (birthday!)
take a cha-cha-cha-chance
I would like you to dance
daaaaaaaaance!
I would like you to dance (birthday!)
take a cha-cha-cha-chance
I would like you to dance
daaaaaaaaance!
You say it's your deathday!
It's my deathday too yet!
You say it's your deathday!
We're gonna have a good time!
I'm glad it's your death day!
Happy deathday to you!
"VIVA LA BARROW-DOWNS!"
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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