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What's the Good of a Birthday - Gracie Fields
I'm sixteen
I'm sixteen years old today
I've had a birthday come today
It's a bit of a washout too
Though I got presents from everyone
Of the useful kind that are not much fun
And a bit of a party do
Birthdays are jolly my mummy said
But mine's finished up being sent to bed
What's the good of a birthday
If you can't have what you like
What's the good of a handkerchief
To a fellow who wants a bike
They gave me a brush to clean my teeth
And a tube of paste as well
But it isn't the paste
With the peppermint taste
It's a nasty carbolic y smell
So I squeezed all of the paste
On the carpet for fun
I stamped on the toothbrush
So that present's done
And I won't use the hanky
I'll just let it run
What's the good of a birthday
I've had a birthday party too
But it wasn't much good to me
I'd honey sandwiches then some ham
And some trifle jelly with cream and jam
And I'd seven big cups of tea
Just then I noticed a big pork pie
I couldn't have that now I ask you why
What's the good of a birthday
If you can't eat till you're sick
What's the good of a plate of cakes
If a fellow can't have his pick
They told me I'd be a p i g
And they said I'd best beware
I said p i g 's are happier than me
So why should I jolly well care
Then I crept to the larder
And guess what I got
A tin of sardines
And I ate all the lot
Then I showed them if I could be sick or not
What's the good of a birthday
When I'd been sick
They said that's that
And my birthday they said was done
They washed my hands and they washed my face
I was sent to bed I was in disgrace
Just as if being ill was fun
They took all my clothes from the bedroom
They said then I'd have to stay where I was
What's the good of a birthday
If a fellow's sent to bed
What's the good of a party eh
If a fellow's upstairs instead
The reverend brown I knew was down
In the dining room below
And Mrs duveen and winnie and jean
Were laughing with auntie flo
I wanted and wanted to join in the din
But I knew in pyjamas I mustn't go in
So I just took 'em off
And went down in my skin
What's the good of a birthday
Now now I'm lying in bed
I'm in more disgrace
And I'm smarting and smarting
In one certain place
And I guess for tonight
I shall sleep on my face
What's the good of a birthday