Well, look at Mr. Marty Ryan, coming of age
40 years old and turning the page
Well, well, I'm not a bit surprised
He'll be tipping that bottle, sucking the tit
Lighting things up and taking a hit
Well, well, he gotta realize
That it's okay, it's all fine
Happy birthday, Marty Ryan
You got class, you style and you got soul
We're all your friends, we're your kind
Happy birthday, Marty Ryan
We're getting old
Well, I remember Marty Ryan cutting his teeth
Well, well, he learned a thing or two
And now he got the babies, the house and a wife
Breaking all the bankers and loving his life
Well, well, it's what he had to do
And it's okay, it's all fine
Happy birthday, Marty Ryan
You got cash, you clout and you got blow
We're all your friends, we're your kind
Happy birthday, Marty Ryan
We're getting old
Well look at little Marty Ryan, down for the count
Slurring like a sailor and stumbling around
Well, well, it's been a lovely night
Somebody get a drink of water and put him to bed
Give it ten years and we'll do it again
Yeah, yeah, sing it one more time
And it's okay, it's all fine
Happy birthday, Marty Ryan
You got class, you style and you got soul
We're all your friends, we're your kind
Happy birthday, Marty Ryan
We're getting old
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