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Musical: Bright Lights, Big City
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Mom: You were such a funny boy An awful baby, Jamie A terrible screamer, a beautiful dreamer A looker out of windows But whenever you would put your darling little hand in mine There wouldn’t be another proud as me To be your mother It just felt right Hold my hand; are you still holding my hand? Happy birthday darling, nine! I can’t believe it seem like only yesterday since you came by To say your first hello Hey, how about a little rock and roll? Let’s put some Beatles on the stereo Have a Coca Cola, buddy Honey, all I know is you’ve got it right from the start Happy birthday darling, fifteen! Can’t believe it, here’s your present Yeah, my old typewriter The one that you’ve been pining for I read the book you lent me, it’s so powerful James Joyce—now there’s a voice No when you write my son, make the choice, Find your voice; look down deep in your heart Happy birthday darling, happy birthday darling And I’m worried about Michael And the things he doesn’t say What with Daddy being away so much these days Reach out to him Jamie, cause he thinks That I don’t love him like I love you Happy birthday darling, twenty-one! I can’t believe it, graduation English major, ivy leaguer’s what you are A new job at the Kansas Star Paint word pictures if you can Paint the portrait of the artist as a young man Deep breath and follow your heart Happy birthday darling Happy birthday darling, hold my hand Happy birthday darling Happy birthday darling Back to main page: Bright Lights, Big City Lyrics
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