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When everybody had no money
It didn't seem so funny at the time
She used to cook it up for seven
And serve it with a glass of wine
Local hobos come to the door every day
The window cleaner tries to gleam her
"Who's in the band today?"
Happy birthday, Ruthie Baby
We want to give you a hand
Happy birthday, Ruthie Baby
From the boys in the band
She would ask us 'round for supper
We would talk the night away
You'd think she didn't have enough of
Seein' us around all day
Sittin', drinkin', thinkin' of records to play
And at a quarter to eleven in the mornin'
It would start again
Happy birthday, Ruthie Baby
We want to give you a hand
Happy birthday, Ruthie Baby
From the boys in the band
She keeps her Saki in the cellar
The fella down below's alright
And any time she holds a party
The neighborhood's awake all night
Four months on and rockin' the night away
It does your heartbeat to go back and find
That everything's the same old way
Happy birthday, Ruthie Baby
We want to give you a hand
Happy birthday, Ruthie Baby
From the boys in the band
Happy birthday, Ruthie Baby
We want to give you a hand
Happy birthday, Ruthie Baby
From the boys in the band