Lyrics

[INTRO]
Yo, listen up, it's a special day,
Phooty's turnin' 45, in a major way,
Laosian king, with a heart of gold,
Celebratin' life, with a story to be told.

[VERSE 1]
Phooty, Phooty, king of the game,
Loves his Thai food, and his friends to claim,
From Rush-Henrietta, where the Comets soar,
Kick returner extraordinaire, and now he's 45, for sure.
He's got his 49ers gear, and his baseball cap too,
Wrestling fan, with a Paychex crew.

[CHORUS]
Happy birthday, Phooty, welcome to the club,
Late 40's, you're just gettin' started, son,
You're old, but you're still got the flow,
Phootyisms and all, we're glad you're still in the know.

[VERSE 2]
He's got his favorite sayings, Phootyisms galore,
Like "what's good fam?" and "that's just how it is, yo",
He's a master of sarcasm, with a twinkle in his eye,
But when it comes to wrestling, he's gonna take the pie.
From SmackDown to Raw, he's on the edge of his seat,
Cheering on his favorite superstars, can't be beat.

[CHORUS]
Happy birthday, Phooty, welcome to the club,
Late 40's, you're just gettin' started, son,
You're old, but you're still got the flow,
Phootyisms and all, we're glad you're still in the know.

[BRIDGE]
Four decades plus five, you're still feelin' alive,
Your joints might creak, but your spirit won't subside,
You've got your crew, your family too,
They're all here to celebrate, with a "what's good Phooty?" or two.

[HOOK]
Phooty, Phooty, he's 45 today,
Still got the moves, in his own special way,
He's still the man, with the plan,
Phooty, Phooty, takin' over the land.

[VERSE 3]
From the gridiron to the diamond, he's a sports fan supreme,
Baseball, football, and wrestling, that's his theme,
Paychex by day, and 49ers by night,
He's still reppin' Rush-Henrietta, with all his