An Ode to PRS
Happy Birthday PRS, you managed not to die
Another year, has come and gone, let out a great big sigh
You've managed quite a bit this year - a play that hit it big
Tours and scripts and spotlights - and never a full time gig
You've seen yourself through some hard times of that I can be sure
But you always lived like a Kiteflier and got the pretty gurl
Now you're 31 my friend I think that's pretty keen
Especially since you looked this old when you were seventeen
I raise my glass to my best friend who's seen me through it all
No matter how bad it got, you've never let me fall
You know I'd take a knife for you, a bullet or a train
We must protect the unwritten prose that live within your brain
So take this time and reflect - you really are the shit
I'm looking forward to seeing you tonight and getting really lit!
Happy Birthday you beautiful bastard - you're the only person I would write shitty homeric couplets for.
Another year, has come and gone, let out a great big sigh
You've managed quite a bit this year - a play that hit it big
Tours and scripts and spotlights - and never a full time gig
You've seen yourself through some hard times of that I can be sure
But you always lived like a Kiteflier and got the pretty gurl
Now you're 31 my friend I think that's pretty keen
Especially since you looked this old when you were seventeen
I raise my glass to my best friend who's seen me through it all
No matter how bad it got, you've never let me fall
You know I'd take a knife for you, a bullet or a train
We must protect the unwritten prose that live within your brain
So take this time and reflect - you really are the shit
I'm looking forward to seeing you tonight and getting really lit!
Happy Birthday you beautiful bastard - you're the only person I would write shitty homeric couplets for.