I don't know you, but Chuck likes you and Chuck is awesome. And, via the properties of Chuckmosis, you are also awesome, so here is a birthday ballad for you, courtesy of Dethklok.
Many years ago today
Something grew inside of your Mother....
That thing was you
YOU
YOU YOU YOU YOU
Did she scream, did she cry?
Only those who are born are the ones that get to DIE
One more year closer to dying
Rotting organs ripping grinding
Biological discordance
Birthday equals self abhorrence
Years keep passing, aging always
Mutate into vapid slugs
Doctor gives a new prescription
Bullet in a fucking gun
One more year closer to dying
Plastic surgeons fuel the lying
You forget why you came in here
Your mind rots with every new year
R S V P PLEASE
For the death of thee
You have little time
And you're running out of life
Happy
Birthday
.....YOU'RE GONNA DIE
Now you're old and full of hatred
Take a pill to masturbatred
Children point to you and scream
Because they will become that thing
One more year of further suffering
There's no point in fucking bluffing
Open up your deathday present
It's a box of FUCKING NOTHING
R S V P PLEASE
For the Death of thee
YOu have little time
And you're running out of life
Happy
Birthday
YOU'RE GONNA DIE
DIE
DIE
Death
Day
Birth
Day
Death
Day
Die
Die
Deathday
Birthday
Deathday
R S V P PLEASE
For the death of thee
You have little time
And you're running out of life
Happy
Birthday
YOU'RE GONNA DIE
You're running out of life