Birthday

You can warm my soul
You can pour that brew
But you won't like it, that aroma
You're all mixed up if you call that food
But you won't like it
Feeds your ulcer
You won't like it and that's just too bad

You can doll me up, just like a queen
But don't call me cute, it's not my name
You're not popular, but all that will change
When Sonic Youth play at your birthday

You can warm my soul
You can pour that brew
But you won't like my sense of humour
You're all mixed up
If you call that food
But you won't like it, feeds your ulcer
You won't like it but that's just too bad