"Hbdmf" Lyrics
"Hbdmf" has lyrics in English language."Hbdmf" meaning comes from English language and currently not converted to english translation.
Official music video for " " taken from the album 'Turn Up That Dial' out now:
a Punchdance Studios production
Directors:
Dave Stauble
Tim Dennesen
Executive Producers:
Frank Pino Jr.
Dave Stauble
Producers:
Dave Pino
Tim Dennesen
Ken Casey
Ben Pease
Director of Photography:
Tim Dennesen
Sound Recordist:
Shawn Marazine
Lighting Designer:
Jason Eick
Editor/GFX Designer:
Tim Dennesen
CAST:
Birthday Girl Voice - Ben Pease
Bartender - Noelle Leblanc
Bottle Thrower - Jonathan Marquez
Dropkick Murphys - As Themselves
Puppeteers:
Ben Pease
Dave Pino
Frank Pino jr.
Weston Maclean
Logan Rogers
Ronin Chenette
Matt Kelly
Jeff DaRosa
Dave Stauble
Ken Casey
Presley Pino
Jay Cannava
Shawn Marazine
Tim Dennesen
Jason Eick
Noelle Leblanc
Lee Forshner
Tim Brennan
Puppets Created by:
Dave Pino
Foam Foolery
Lyrics:
This is your time
This is your day
You’ve waited and wondered
You’ve pondered and planned
Where will you stay?
What would they say?
How will you get there?
Where will you go?
What will they give you?
How many friends will show?
So happy birthday
Here’s to ya
Happy birthday everyone
Buy ‘em a beer, give ‘em a cheer
Some love and affection
A gift card, a cake, and a hug
What self-respecting adult
Makes a big deal of their birthday?
It’s time to simmer down
And stop acting like you’re 10
But we know you’re a really big deal
So let’s get it out of the way
For you and nearly 2 million other
Important people born today
Happy birthday
Here’s to ya
We know all about it
‘Cause you told everyone
It’s attention that you seek
It’s a birthDAY, not a week
You’re a wicked sick
Sad, selfish son of a gun
Throw yourself a big old party
Rent yourself a big old hall
Send out invitations
To your shitty birthday ball
Stop posting pictures and videos
You think you’re so cinematic
Blow out those freaking candles
And get over it
Don’t be so dramatic
Happy birthday
Here’s to ya
Happy birthday everyone
No more beers, no more cheers
No more love and affection
No gift cards, no cakes, and no hugs
Happy birthday
Here’s to ya
We know all about it
‘Cause you told everyone
It’s attention that you seek
It’s a birthday, not a week
You’re a wicked sick
Sad, selfish son of a gun
You’re a wicked sick
Sad, selfish son of a gun
