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Maybe I'll bake you a cake, seven layers thick Set aside the blender blades,in case you need a lick Happy anniversary in turquoise butter cream And sugar flowers you could save for later Maybe I'll start a marchingband with timpani and brass Play Strauss and German polkas or anything you ask But nothing that is sad, only music that is fun Out on your fifty yard line we'll be smilin' Just like we mean it Welcome to the other ninety-five percent of the world I could buy an island, you could be the king We would all adore you, the children all would sing Folks would come a callin' from seven continents We'd greet them with big baskets full of fruit As long as they brought good news Welcome to the other ninety-five percent of the world Yeah we're all just thrilled your still alive, in the world I could play you bluegrass, I could play you jazz You could wear your hiking boots, you could wear your badge We'd congratulate you, you deserve a break Your clear and clean and perfect, now perhaps you'd like your cake Welcome to the other ninety-five percent of the world Yeah we're tickled pink your still alive, in the world From Letras Mania