Lyrics
(Verse 1)
He’s got friends from Mississauga, London too,
But after too much wine, he’ll puke in his shoe.
Formella, man, no one knows your age,
But you hit the big four-oh, hit the next damn stage.
He used to run AMC, thought he was the boss,
Now he’s got a gov job, but no one gives a toss.
What the hell do you do? It’s a f***ing mystery,
But somehow, you made it to this point in history.
(Chorus)
Formella! You old f***,
40 years and still no luck.
Your wife’s got your balls in her hand, no lie,
She runs the show while you just stand by.
Formella! We’re all here to laugh,
At your expense, you lazy ass!
(Verse 2)
London crew’s like, “Who’s this guy?”
Mississauga friends just roll their eyes.
Mixing up people like a drunken buffoon,
Formella, you’re always lost too f***ing soon.
Drink in your hand, now you’re on the ground,
“Was it just one glass?” Man, you’re going down!
Forty years in, and nothing’s changed,
Same damn dude, just more deranged.
(Chorus)
Formella! You old f***,
40 years and still no luck.
Your wife’s got your balls in her hand, no lie,
She runs the show while you just stand by.
Formella! We’re all here to laugh,
At your expense, you lazy ass!
(Bridge)
Forty’s here, and we don’t know how,
But you’re still here, taking a bow.
Government job, what do you even do?
Still a f***ing mystery to the whole damn crew.
(Chorus)
Formella! You old f***,
40 years and still no luck.
Your wife’s got your balls in her hand, no lie,
She runs the show while you just stand by.
Formella! We’re all here to laugh,
At your expense, you lazy ass!
(Outro)
So here’s to you, man, forty and fine,
Now stop puking after too much wine.
You’re one of a kind, that’s what we’ll say,
Happy birthday, Formella, it’s your f***ing day!