Excuse me, are we singing for someone we know? Not exactly. Have we met them? Also no. Do we at least know what they look like? Absolutely not. Perfect! Ladies, gentlemen, and random people online, We have gathered for a very important reason. Buddy is turning seventeen. We received no further information. We found you somewhere on the internet, You said, “I want a birthday song.” A brave request from someone we just met, So naturally, we brought everyone along. The brass arrived with several strong opinions, The strings have made it deeply sincere, The country band misunderstood the meeting, But they are very happy to be here. Seventeen! A curious age! Seventeen! A confusing page! Old enough to give advice, Young enough to give it twice! Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Congratulations, you survived! Should we mention the future? No pressure. School? Definitely no pressure. Responsibilities? Next section! Happy birthday, Buddy, seventeen today, A stranger from the internet, and that is quite okay. We do not know your hobbies, We do not know your plans, But somehow you have earned yourself An orchestra and four grown men. Four grown men! Happy birthday, Buddy, this song belongs to you, We hope the coming chapter brings some decent things to do. You asked us for a birthday song, We took the task too far, Now there is jazz, romance, country, And a very nervous guitar. Well, Buddy, we have never met, But we can still pretend That somewhere in this strange online world, We count you as a friend. We do not know your favorite snack, Your talents or your style, But turning seventeen deserves At least a little smile. I prepared a very moving solo. You have eight seconds. That feels unnecessarily strict. Buddy, this is not a love song, Let us make that very clear. You are seventeen, we are fictional, And legal asked us not to steer Too much honesty Start again Buddy, may your choices treat you kindly, May good people stay nearby May you laugh at your mistakes sometimes, Instead of asking yourself why You do not need to know it all, Nobody really does Most people simply nod with confidence And hope that is enough That is enough Seventeen, Buddy, here you go, A song from people you do not know Four-part chords and country flair, Romantic strings for no clear care Seventeen, Buddy, take a bow, You have your birthday anthem now We may be strangers, that is true, But this ridiculous song is yours to use Happy birthday, Buddy, seventeen today, The internet delivered us, and now we will not go away. We will not go away! We still do not know your hobbies, We still do not know your plans, But you now have brass, romance, A fiddle and four harmony fans Happy birthday, Buddy, may this be fun for you, May seventeen bring better things and fewer awkward interviews You wanted just a birthday song, We made a grand revue, From strangers on the internet To one more stranger: you! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday, Buddy! From the beginning! NO!
