It’s her birthday and I know she has to go al-l out;

Call her friends, tell them to come to o-o-our house.

My girl is 9 and she’s dress all up in bro-o-o-own;

She says ‘Daddy, I am too old for a clo-o-o-own.

I cancel the Clown Guy, cause it’s her birthday;

Kids finally come over, within a hurry;

Put on the radio, and it’s that dirty….

Song; ‘Daddy, do you know what he’s say-ing?’

Girl you know I-I-I, Girl you know I-I-I;

Trying to explain it, but without a panic

So let me think;

Girl you know I-I-I, Girl you know I-I-I;

think I got it, so get your friends together and let us sing.

Birth-day Text, Birth-day Text (Ooooooooo!)

It’s the best part of the song, girl;

Birth-day Text, Birth-day Text (Ooooooooo!)

So open, open, open, open you gift girllllll!

‘Daddy! It a brand new cell phone! Thank you so much!’

‘Happy texting, sweetheart!. Daddy loves you!’