I was born in September '64
We started off each school year with my name up on the door
Sang "Happy Birthday" to me, ate cake and drank some juice
I've looked forward to the eleventh every year since my youth
Osama Bin Laden, you ruined my birthday
I don't get no presents, just looks of dismay
Lots of people died; I'm not just thinking of myself
But couldn't you have chosen the 10th or the 12th?
My officemates they used to throw a party every year
Now we share a silent moment; ladies shed a tear
Remember all the victims, and lift up a glass
But I'd rather get a birthday spanking on my ass
They say he tried to collapse our entire economy
He tried but failed to bring the mighty Wall Street to its knees
But he bankrupted me, and I'm still broke today:
I used to earn my keep selling my presents on eBay
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