Thank god for your hair, and your...eyes.
And--
Thank you for hair,
and your eyes
and your gums.

Thank god for your hip bones
and your clavy,
and your buns.
Thank god--
Thank you for your nose and
always keeping it in my business.
Thanks for your concern about my sleep and my fitness.
About my sleep and my fitness.

Hi there, Tracey,
I miss you more than Thursday.
But I am with you now,
oh thank god for your birthday, yea.
Thank god for your birthday, yea.

I can't wait to be 88
so we can drive off of a cliff.
But right now it's your birthday,
and I'm poor so here's my gift.
I can't wait to see you again,
I hope it's not three days.
I can't wait 'til you're president.
I hope it's in three days.
I said, I hope it's in three days.

Hi there, Tracey,
I miss you more than Thursday.
But I am with you now,
oh thank god for your birthday.
I said, hi there, Tracey,
I miss you more than Thursday.
But I am with you now,
oh thank god for your birthday, yea.
I said thank you for your birthday, yea.

Thank god for your birthday, yea.
Thank god for your birthday, yea.

Milkshakes are pretty fucking tasty.
But I enjoy you more,
because you're Tracey.
And I love you
so much.







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Tracey's Buns song meanings
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