Andrew Bird

When I wake up in the morning
Pour the coffee and I read the paper
An' then I slowly and so softly do the dishes
And feed the fishes
Sing me "Happy Birthday"
Sing it like it's going to be your last day
Like it's Hallelujah
Don't just let it pass on through ya
It's a giant among cliches
And that's why I want you to sing it anyway