It’s your birthday, it must be birthday cakes
Hooray, yay! Invitees lit like trick candles
Too hot, pan handles, strutting in birthday suits
Proof is in the pudding, filling the middle a little
Sun drenched spoonfuls, licking batter, baby phat-ter
Must be Jello jamming, poo poo platters, summer jammin’
Parties don’t start until the roof is on fire in backyards
Bundts baking in crowded rooms of feminine bumps on the rise
Throwing backs up in the air, shaking what mama gave, for twerks
Who is me? I’m just an old dirty “I” on casual lookout for…..
Good lookins’, sho’nuff cookin, extra moist lady’s choice
No slim Pickens in this summertime kitchen of sweet treats
Cheeks are the rage in this new age, hot cakes thrown back
Hot pants, hot pants! Make you wanna, wanna have a slice
So throw the dice, and close them eyes, now open ‘em, SURPRISE!
Its your birthday, go shorty, let everybody know, it’s your birthday
I like your brand as it expands beyond hem lines, throwin’ confetti
Each time you strut, what your mama gave you, them Dunkin’ Hinds!!




