David Mead - Happy Birthday, Marty Ryan lyrics

Well, look at Mr. Marty Ryan, coming of age 40 years old and turning the page Well, well, I'm not a bit surprised He'll be tipping that bottle, s**ing the tit Lighting things up and taking a hit Well, well, he gotta realize That it's okay, it's all fine Happy birthday, Marty Ryan You got cla**, you style and you got soul We're all your friends, we're your kind Happy birthday, Marty Ryan We're getting old Well, I remember Marty Ryan cutting his teeth Well, well, he learned a thing or two And now he got the babies, the house and a wife Breaking all the bankers and loving his life Well, well, it's what he had to do And it's okay, it's all fine Happy birthday, Marty Ryan You got cash, you clout and you got blow We're all your friends, we're your kind Happy birthday, Marty Ryan We're getting old Well look at little Marty Ryan, down for the count Slurring like a sailor and stumbling around Well, well, it's been a lovely night Somebody get a drink of water and put him to bed Give it ten years and we'll do it again Yeah, yeah, sing it one more time And it's okay, it's all fine Happy birthday, Marty Ryan You got cla**, you style and you got soul We're all your friends, we're your kind Happy birthday, Marty Ryan We're getting old