I don’t believe in no boogie man
I don’t believe in no pie in the sky
You can wish upon a star until the stars are gone
That doesn’t mean it’s really soThere’s no such thing as a Santa Claus
There’s no such thing as getting money for nothing
No yellow brick road is gonna take you there —
Wherever you’ve been trying to goWe’ll never be as young as this, no matter how we try, we grow
You’re not such an innocent boy — and I already know!
–Safe Sex
Happy birthday, maestro.