Waving at You

Listen, you can tell your lawyer

That he can go to hell

'Cause I can take whatever you're offering up

Reasonably well

And if four long years come to nothing

It's all right

But it's your birthday

It's your birthday tonight

And I went to buy you something

But I caught myself in time

And nothing makes any sense anymore

But everything rhymes

Die hard, die kicking

Old habit of mine

Die hard, die kicking

Old habit of mine

Die hard

Die hard

Die kicking