Happy Birthday, Paul!
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four
Hast Du nicht gedacht, die 80 zu knacken, oder? Cheers, mate!
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