Today has been my birthday, and tonight I should be glad
But you weren't here to share it, and inside I hurt so bad
I didn't want your present, just your kiss and company
And your lips to softly whisper, happy birthday to me
But I came home, hauled by myself, and lit the candle
Made of gold
A wish for you and love that used to be
I unwrapped the tiny package that I bought myself
Then I sang happy birthday to me
I thought for sure you'd send me at least a birthday card
But the postman didn't even stop when he passed by my yard
You could have telephoned and leased a lot of misery
Instead I called myself and said, happy birthday to me
Then I stayed home, hauled by myself, and lit the candles
Made a wish for you and love that used to be
I unwrapped the tiny package that I bought myself

Unwrapped the tiny package that I bought myself.
And I sang happy birthday to me.
And I sang happy birthday to me.
And I sang happy birthday to me.