Birthday Rick gave us chocolate
Slip of the tongue and then a swallow
Birthday Rick gave us chocolate, us chocolate
Front of the crowd, tap on the shoulder
Wonk in the head, lasting for hours
Pulling my head from under the covers
In all my glory
Broken birdie feather
Doorstep tears in thick of winter
Home truths for me
Front of the crowd, tap on the shoulder
A chance to look, over the other
Splashing my face, with the cold water
In all my glory
In all my glory
In all my glory
In all my glory