[Intro — spoken over rising synths] Whitney… Most people get a cake. You signed up for a marathon. Of course you did. [Verse 1] We planned a party, you signed up to race, Sixty candles, that look on your face. New York is calling, you’re lacing your shoes, Twenty-six point two—that’s how you cut loose. A tennis racket, a boarding pass, Still living life with your foot on the gas. We say, “Take a breather!” You say, “What’s the plan?” Somebody put a speed limit on this man! [Pre-Chorus] Oh, there he goes again, Somewhere we’ve never been. We’re still recovering— He’s on his second wind! [Chorus] Sixty, still a handful! Whitney, here we go! Twenty-six point two, And you still won’t take it slow. Sixty, still a handful! Turn the music on! You say AI’s a bubble… But you love this song! [Post-Chorus] Oh-oh, he’s singing along! Oh-oh, he loves this song! [Verse 2] Off to Ukraine, you’re on your way, An ambulance convoy, another long day. Give kids a chance, give schools a hand, You’ve got more causes than most folks have plans. And for the KASE crew, you’re the man we call, Somehow you still make time for us all. You teach us to question, to think things through— So when you say “bubble,” we question you! [Pre-Chorus] Oh, there he goes again, A flight, a cause, a friend. We’re still recovering— He’s on his second wind! [Chorus] Sixty, still a handful! Whitney, here we go! Twenty-six point two, And you still won’t take it slow. Sixty, still a handful! Turn the music on! You say AI’s a bubble… But you love this song! [Bridge — warmer, strings rise] Alison said yes—look at that smile, A whole new reason to celebrate awhile. You’ve studied value all your life, There it is in your daughter’s eyes. So raise a glass and pull him near, Before he books another hemisphere! [Breakdown — bass and handclaps] He says the whole AI boom won’t last… But who just asked us to play that back? He’s read the numbers, he’s done the math— Now watch him dance through the second half! [Spoken — dry male voice] “I’m still bearish.” [Female backing vocals] But you love this song! [Final Chorus — full harmonies] Sixty, still a handful! Whitney, what a show! A world to help, a race to run, A thousand places left to go. Sixty, still a handful! Turn the music on! You say AI’s a bubble… But you LOVE this song! [Outro] Oh-oh, he’s singing along! Oh-oh, he loves this song! Happy birthday, Whitney— Now admit who got this wrong! [Spoken — smiling] “Great song. Still a bubble.”