Verse 1

Somebody brought a birthday cake

With sixty-seven candles to bake

We counted twice, then lost the plot

The icing melted, the jokes did not

Pre-Chorus

Auntie’s got her dancing boots on tight

Grandpa’s doing cartwheels left and right

The dog stole one slice, then came back for seven

We’re laughing so hard we forgot what we’re counting

Chorus

Sixty-seven, sixty-seven, raise a cup and grin

Sixty-seven, sixty-seven, let the good times in

Here’s to every silly year, to every friend we’ve known

Sixty-seven’s a mighty fine reason not to go home

Verse 2

The party hat is shaped like a pie