With all the bombs and the bird-flu
Now every time that I see you
And frankly, baby, I can't wait
A magazine of my brothers
I very clearly remember
We're probably gonna be dead soon
Well hooray it's my birthday
The 'Handy Andy's' I've been through
You told me on our first date
The other day I discovered
I read it under the covers
How are you fallen from heaven?
The pines and the cedars rejoice in his fall
Oh, did I tell you I love you I love you I love you
Oh Hellel, star of the morning
You don't know how much I need you
It got me all hot and bothered
I don't want to die a virgin
I really hope I'm not dreaming
And here we are in your bedroom
I can feel your heart beating
Your folks are out for the evening
Your uniform becomes see-through
And your breathing increasing
What you'd do on my birthday
And though it seems like forever
I don't want to die a virgin