Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday, dear Brian Happy birthday to you I may not always love you Long as there are stars above you (Hey! Hey!) Do do do do do do do (Whoa, whoa) Da da da da di do do do God only knows da de ee... out you If you should ever leave us We'd all have to move into Al and Lou's bus We know that they wouldn't be crowded Livin' in L.A.'s awfully clouded God only knows what I'd be without you (Wow-ow) (Yeah, we got a bunch o' records, except Brian, you know what I just discovered? What? There's nothing in the "Here I Am" album Why not? You know it? So on this occasion, how do ya feel, Brian? Hungry Al, to hear ya talk it was like I never saw ya in the kitchen, having bacon and eggs... Pardon me, I goofed. I, I goofed Buckwheat, bucktooth pancakes... Largo... it's been so long Let's hear it, Steve Instant replay)