Oh
My birthday suit, my birthday suit
That’s what I love to wear
My birthday suit, my birthday suit
There ain’t nothing there
How I love the sunshine
beaming through the trees
How I love the rain drops
washing down on me
in
My birthday suit, my birthday suit
That’s what I love to wear
My birthday suit, my birthday suit
There ain’t nothing there
No shirt to button, no shoes to tie
no belt to buckle, and I don’t have to zip my fly
I wear
My birthday suit, my birthday suit
That’s what I love to wear
My birthday suit, my birthday suit
There ain’t nothing there
No socks around my ankles, with holes in the toes
No T-shirt, no underwear, and I don’t wear panty hose
I wear
My birthday suit, my birthday suit
Cause that’s what I love to wear
My birthday suit, my birthday suit
There ain’t nothing there
Happy birthday sir
How old might you be?
Happy birthday mam
You’re never to old to be seen
In your
birthday suit, birthday suit
Quite the thing to wear
No sweater, no jacket, no hat on my head
And no, uh uh, I don’t wear pajamas to bed
I wear
My birthday suit, my birthday suit
Cause that’s what I love to wear
My birthday suit, my birthday suit
There ain’t nothing there
Now my teeth start to chatter, my skin's turning blue
I’ll tell you precisely what I intend to do
I’ll wear
My birthday suit, my birthday suit
When the cold wind blows
My birthday suit, my birthday suit
I’ll wear it under my clothes
I’ll wear it under my clothes
Copyright 2013 by Scott D. Stieber