Today's my birthday and it's I, me, mine. My ego's not in check and this is a sign. I'm liking fine whiskey in my ice tea, it gives me a jolt. Makes this yesterday's stallion feel like a colt. I'm giving some thought to what my Mother went through, I wish I could say I was a good son but it wasn't always true. Just like the death of infatuation kills the manners, I want hats and ******* and mile long banners. Today is my birthday, it's not like it's my first. Give me more whiskey to quench my thirst. I'm partial to all that makes my skin crawl, I'm not talking about morphine, no not at all. I'm alluding to a blank canvas that I can't quite right, no paint to splatter, I'm feeling uptight... Please bake me a cake and sing me the tune, another one will be here all too soon.