If you look over the years, the styles have changed – the clothes, the hair, the production, the approach to the songs. The icing to the cake has changed flavors. But if you really look at the cake itself, it’s really the same.
The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.
We have to be able to grow up. Our wrinkles are our medals of the passage of life. They are what we have been through and who we want to be.
Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.
It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, ‘Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.’
The only thing better than singing is more singing.
There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.
It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.
The way I see it, you should live everyday like its your birthday.
I wanted to buy a candle holder, but the store didn’t have one. So I got a cake.