I know a boy who is getting old faster than me,
He is now a teenager that ends in number three,
He is a handsome guy related to Kishk and King,
Upon his lip he is growing a teenage hair thing,
I hope he doesn’t mind that I’ve said so much,
Let’s sing happy birthday with kisses and such,
Make a wish for something other than to fly,
Or it may be granted and drop you from the sky.