Lyrics:

Still live, skin tight, make-up in the hall
A photograph of Garbo passing time on the wall
Every little thing but the truth
When you're big news, all used, cameras at the door
The film of your life takes a ride to New York
Every single frame has to end
As your sex lends appeal to a friend
Happy birthday
Have a nice day
Ripped off pin-up, cry out to belong
They can't love a woman now they've paid for a doll
Never trust a vulture to move
When he's looking for a shot in the nude
Happy birthday Mr. President
Have a nice day Mr. President
Your hair-man hovers round, make-up on the board
It was just a note -- a private joke -- 'While I'm still warm'
The vultures queue up at the morgue
A dollar for a shot at the corpse
Happy birthday
Have a nice day
Happy birthday Mr. President
Have a nice day Mr. President
'37-22-35' r.i.p