Hows about celebrating the man on his birthday rather than arguing over how good he is.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, My senses have been stripped, My hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.
