Tom Milsom:Friz's Birthday Song
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Another birthday song, another ray of cheesy synth sunshine. This was for my friend Friz. You might have seen him on twitter.
Nothing's really different now that you are 21
You're still a human being and you're still your mother's son
And father's pride, And though you've tried,
You're still the same inside.
Warm heart, and lovely face, and you're quite good at drawing.
And think about it, you're not really very old.
People three times your age are starting to go bald,
And you can run and jump and skip before you get a dodgy hip,
And we will stand by you exploiting all your skills at drawing.
Oh stephen frizzle, Oh for shizzle, you are closer to your death
But you're no further from life.
And when one day, you pass away,
We'll fondly think of you and say
"surprisingly few things rhyme with life."
So you are 21, I hope it's lots of fun.
Just think of all the things that you had never done
While you were twenty, don't be blue,
Because they're all ahead of you,
And if you ask us what to do, well we won't know the answer,
Oh stephen frizzle, Oh for shizzle, you are closer to your death
But you're no further from life.
And when one day, you pass away,
We'll fondly think of you and say
"surprisingly few things rhyme with life."
You're still a human being and you're still your mother's son
And father's pride, And though you've tried,
You're still the same inside.
Warm heart, and lovely face, and you're quite good at drawing.
And think about it, you're not really very old.
People three times your age are starting to go bald,
And you can run and jump and skip before you get a dodgy hip,
And we will stand by you exploiting all your skills at drawing.
Oh stephen frizzle, Oh for shizzle, you are closer to your death
But you're no further from life.
And when one day, you pass away,
We'll fondly think of you and say
"surprisingly few things rhyme with life."
So you are 21, I hope it's lots of fun.
Just think of all the things that you had never done
While you were twenty, don't be blue,
Because they're all ahead of you,
And if you ask us what to do, well we won't know the answer,
Oh stephen frizzle, Oh for shizzle, you are closer to your death
But you're no further from life.
And when one day, you pass away,
We'll fondly think of you and say
"surprisingly few things rhyme with life."