Originals

[Verse 1]
Oh, what a joy, another year passed,
Look at you, aging so damn fast.
Here’s your party, here’s your cake,
Eat it up, before it’s a stale mistake.

[Chorus]
Happy f***ing birthday! Goddamn, you're old,
Another year of tales you've boringly told.
Blow out the candles, like you've still got spark,
Make a wish, like it’s not all dark.

[Verse 2]
Here come the gifts, wrapped up in lies,
Same old rubbish in a new disguise.
Let’s toast to your health, or what’s left of it,
Drink up, who cares if it’s a perfect fit?

[Bridge]
Oh, cherish these moments, they say,
It’s not like you’re wasting away.
Through wrinkles and groans, you find your way,
In a life scripted like a cliché play.

[Chorus]
Happy f***ing birthday! Goddamn, you're old,
Another year of tales you've boringly told.
Blow out the candles, like you've still got spark,
Make a wish, like it’s not all dark.

[Outro]
As the sun rises, on your parade,
Goddamn, think of the mess you've made.
Happy f***ing birthday, what a damn delight,
Survive this hangover, and you just might.

Happy F'ing Birthday! (Anime Version)

[Intro]
Oh, it's you again, what a surprise,
Spewing wisdom that nobody buys.

[Verse 1]
Every post you make, a disaster,
Isn’t there a way to leave faster?
Straight to deleting, do us a favor,
Skip the nonsense, kill the flavor.

[Chorus]
Why don't you hit delete, save some face?
Before you post, just embrace,
The silence is golden, your absence a grace,
Vanish completely, leave no trace (leave no trace).

[Verse 2]
Is there an award for the worst take?
You’d win it all, make no mistake.
Log off, shut down, give us a break,
Your account’s a joke, that’s no fake.

[Bridge]
Hey genius, got a new plan,
Hit control-alt before you can,
Spread another brainless banter,
Save the world from your chatter disaster.

[solo]

[Chorus]
Why don't you hit delete, save some face?
Before you post, just embrace,
The silence is golden, your absence a grace,
Vanish completely, leave no trace (leave no trace).

[Outro]
Consider this, a humble plea,
From everyone, from A to Z.
Delete your account, set us free,
End the torment, just let it be! (just let it be!)

Delete Your Account (Set Us Free!)

[Verse 1]
Listen up, LISTEN UP! You've got the floor,
B-b-babble on, but it's a chore!
Hush! HUSH! (Hush, hush...) Did you not get the hint?
SHUT! It! Up! You're not the main event!
You, you, you—always about you, isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Echo, echo... fading into the pit.

[Pre-Chorus]
Stop! Just STOP! (Stop...) Why even persist?
Your monologue, a list, just a list—missed!
Unsolicited, uncalled for, UNWANTED! (Unwanted!)
Breathe...breathe...can you just not be so daunted?

[Chorus]
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! Nobody gives a sh*t!
(Ranting, chanting, always venting,)
Your noise, a void, everyone's avoiding,
SHUT UP! (SHUT UP!) Nobody gives a sh*t!
(Why? Why? Why not say goodbye?)

[Verse 2]
Oh, the melodrama, the theatrics, (Drama! Drama!)
On, and on, your static—tragic!
Fabrications, exaggerations, oh, the horror,
NOBODY CARES! (Nobody cares!) Save it for tomorrow!

[Pre-Chorus]
Why-why-why are you still speaking?
Every word you say, interest is leaking—
Eeek-ing out, time’s ticking, ticking, ticking!
Silence—golden, why aren’t you sticking?

[Chorus]
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! Nobody gives a sh*t!
(Talking, squawking, always balking,)
Your tales, they fail, no sales,
SHUT UP! (JUST STOP!) Nobody gives a sh*t!
(End it, bend it, just pretend it!)

[Bridge]
Here's a thought, a tiny suggestion,
Turn off the mic, take a reflection!
Maybe... maybe... it's not them, it’s YOU! (It's YOU!)
If nobody’s listening, what do you prove? (What?! What?!)

[Breakdown]
Silent now, will you dare?
A challenge, a chance, to clear the air?
Quiet, quiet... hear that? It's peace!
An empty stage, release, RELEASE!

[Chorus]
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! Nobody gives a sh*t!
(Yelling, telling, compelling,)
Just hush, a rush, feel the lush,
SHUT UP! (PLEASE, PLEASE!) Nobody gives a sh*t!
(Now, bow, take a vow!)

[Outro]
And so it ends, not with a bang but a whimper,
The silence, a winner, your voice just a sliver.
Remember, remember, it's not always about the sender,
Nobody, nobody, nobody gave a sh*t—surrender.
Shut...up... (shut...up...)

SHUT UP! Nobody gives a sh*t!

[Verse 1]
Sprinkles on top, sweet glaze that won’t stop,
Maple bars, cruising in cars, sugar-fueled dreams under stars.
Circles of joy, oh boy, oh boy,
Every bite we savor, every flavor we enjoy.

[Chorus]
Donuts, you got me spinning like a glazed delight,
Sugar rush, chocolate crush, every bite feels so right.
Morning runs, to get the ones with the custard filled,
Donuts, you steal the show, oh what a thrill!
(Thrill!)

[Verse 2]
Powdered gems, stacks on racks, in the display they shine,
Jelly filled, or plain grilled, each one is a divine dine.
From Boston cream to old-fashioned, each a masterpiece,
Every dozen a treasure, a sweet release.

[Chorus]
Donuts, you got me spinning like a glazed delight,
Sugar rush, chocolate crush, every bite feels so right.
Morning runs, to get the ones with the custard filled,
Donuts, you steal the show, oh what a thrill!
(Thrill!)

[Bridge]
Dip them in coffee, or eat them plain,
Every sprinkle tells a story, in this sugary reign.
From beignets to bear claws, in sugary mists we wade,
Every donut a serenade, every bite persuades.

[Chorus]
Donuts, you got me spinning like a glazed delight,
Sugar rush, chocolate crush, every bite feels so right.
Morning runs, to get the ones with the custard filled,
Donuts, you steal the show, oh what a thrill!
(Thrill!)

[Outro]
So here’s to the bakers, the makers of joy,
For every grown-up girl and boy.
To the donuts, we cheer, we lift you high,
You’re the sweetest part of every morning’s why.
(Yeah!)

The Donuts Song

[Verse 1]
Pulled up to the window, hunger in my eyes,
Ordered my roast beef, medium size.
Got to my spot, started to unpack,
Heart sank low, something's out of whack.

[Pre-Chorus]
*clap clap* where’s the sauce?
*clap clap* feels like a loss,
Arby’s, oh Arby’s, you left me dry,
Got the meats but the sauce didn’t comply.

[Chorus]
Oooh, this meal feels incomplete,
Oooh, missing that sauce, can’t compete.
*clap clap*, my fries feel so alone,
Without that sauce, my joy's overthrown.

[Verse 2]
Every bite, dry as the desert sand,
Roast beef in hand, but no sauce to expand.
The flavor’s there, but it’s just not right,
Need that tangy delight, to reach new heights.

[Pre-Chorus]
*clap clap* check the bag,
*clap clap* but it’s a drag,
Searched every corner, beneath every fry,
No sauce found, oh why, oh why?

[Chorus]
Oooh, this meal feels incomplete,
Oooh, missing that sauce, can’t compete.
*clap clap*, my sandwich mourns tonight,
Without that sauce, nothing feels right.

[Bridge]
OooOooh, could go back, make it right,
But the drive-thru line’s out of sight.
OooOooh, guess I’ll eat it plain,
Next time, I’ll check, won’t trust in vain.

[solo]

[Verse 3]
*clap clap* next time I’ll see,
That every sauce packet comes home with me.
No more sad meals, no more sauceless bites,
I'll guard that sauce with all my might.

[Outro]
Oooh, Arby’s don’t forget again,
Oooh, that sauce is a ten out of ten.
*clap clap*, a meal’s only as good as its sauce,
With it, I’m the boss, without, I’m at a loss.

No Arby's Sauce?

[Verse 1]
From Baltic waves to a tin can tomb,
It’s Sweden’s funk in a fermented boom!
Crack the lid—watch your eyes water,
A scent that could sink a Viking daughter!

[Pre-Chorus]
Some scream, some flee, some pray for air…
But Swedes just grin and say, “Bara bra!”

[Chorus]
Hold your nose, bite the dare—
Surströmming’s stink’s beyond compare!
A Nordic storm in a can of gold,
Love it or hate it, it’s bold, bold, BOLD!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, you’ve been warned!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, taste the storm!

[Verse 2]
At Midsummer feasts, we gather ‘round,
With flatbread, cream, and potatoes downed.
One salty bite—your soul takes flight,
It’s tradition’s tang, it’s wrong… and right!

[Pre-Chorus]
Grandma cheers, “It’s delikat!”
You gasp, “This is food?!”… She swats your hat.

[Chorus]
Hold your nose, bite the dare—
Surströmming’s stink’s beyond compare!
A Nordic storm in a can of gold,
Love it or hate it, it’s bold, bold, BOLD!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, you’ve been warned!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, taste the storm!

[Bridge]
Open outdoors! (Don’t say we didn’t care…)
The brine’s a weapon—handle with prayer!
It’s rotten magic, a cult in a can,
The king of chaos—no middlehand!

[Verse 3]
From Baltic waves to a tin can tomb,
It’s Sweden’s funk in a fermented boom!
Crack the lid—watch your eyes water,
A scent that could sink a Viking daughter!

[Pre-Chorus]
Some scream, some flee, some pray for air…
But Swedes just grin and say, “Bara bra!”

[Chorus]
Hold your nose, bite the dare—
Surströmming’s stink’s beyond compare!
A Nordic storm in a can of gold,
Love it or hate it, it’s bold, bold, BOLD!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, you’ve been warned!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, taste the storm!

[Outro]
So when life’s mild, and your guts feel tame,
Grab a fork—and scream its name!
"Surströmming…"

[Final Chorus]
Hold your nose, bite the dare—
Surströmming’s stink’s beyond compare!
A Nordic storm in a can of gold,
Love it or hate it, it’s bold, bold, BOLD!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, you’ve been warned!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, taste the storm!

Surströmming’s Stink

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