[Lyrics] Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit, you're lookin' better than a barbecued brisket. You're the cream of the crop and the salt of the earth so we're all celebratin' the day of your birth. You can charm the dew off the honeysuckle when folks are feelin' blue, you can make 'em chuckle. We'll be fancy prancin' until the chickens roost, until the cows are home and all the varmints have vamoosed. Now we feel plum tuckered from having so much fun, So you can stick a fork in us - it's lookin' like we're done. [Message] Happy Birthday
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