Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Well, gather round folks, and lend me your ear,
We’ve got a tale of a birthday bash, so grab your beer!
Jameson, Diego, Keeley, and Carlos had a plan,
To throw a party for their dad, the coolest man!

(Chorus)
Happy birthday, Mr. Cool, you’re hitting seventy!
We’re throwing a party, it’s gonna be heaven, see?
We’ve got balloons that might just fly us to the moon,
And a cake so big, it needs its own zip code soon!

(Verse 2)
First, they tried to bake a cake, oh what a sight,
It leaned to the left and then to the right.
Jameson said, “It’s abstract art,”
Diego chimed in, “It’s falling apart!”

(Chorus)
Happy birthday, Mr. Cool, you’re turning seventy!
The cake’s a disaster, but it’s the thought that counts, you see?
We’ve got streamers that got tangled in a tree,
And a piñata that looks more like your Aunt Marie!

(Bridge)
Then came the gifts, oh what a mix,
A fishing rod, a blender, and some magic tricks.
Carlos bought slippers two sizes small,
Keeley got a map, but it was just a mall!

(Verse 3)
Now off to Postino’s, where the wine does flow,
The party’s moving, come on let’s go!
But wait—Dad’s lost his party hat,
Diego wore it, and on his head, it sat!

(Chorus)
Happy birthday, Mr. Cool, now you’re seventy!
Off to Postino’s, for wine and bruschetta, yippee!
Watch out for that waiter, oh dear, he slipped on the mat,
Now the bruschetta’s flying—Dad’s got a new hat!

(Outro)
So here’s to Dad, the man of the hour,
With a party so wild, it could topple a tower.
Cheers to the years and many more to come,
With Jameson, Diego, Keeley, and Carlos, life’s never humdrum!