Maybe I'll bake you a cake, seven layers thick
Set aside the blender blades,in case you need a lick
Happy anniversary in turquoise butter cream
And sugar flowers you could save for later

Maybe I'll start a marchingband with timpani and brass
Play Strauss and German polkas or anything you ask
But nothing that is sad, only music that is fun
Out on your fifty yard line we'll be smilin'
Just like we mean it

Welcome to the other ninety-five percent of the world
I could buy an island, you could be the king
We would all adore you, the children all would sing
Folks would come a callin' from seven continents
We'd greet them with big baskets full of fruit
As long as they brought good news

Welcome to the other ninety-five percent of the world
Yeah we're all just thrilled your still alive, in the world

I could play you bluegrass, I could play you jazz
You could wear your hiking boots, you could wear your badge
We'd congratulate you, you deserve a break
Your clear and clean and perfect, now perhaps you'd like your cake

Welcome to the other ninety-five percent of the world
Yeah we're tickled pink your still alive, in the world