Every Bit of It
Dave... Forty-five today. Same three jokes. Same burnt burgers. Asleep by nine. And I'd still pick you. Every single time. Happy birthday, you idiot. I mean both parts. [Verse] You wear the "Kiss the Cook" apron like a uniform You guard that grill like a soldier You won't let anybody touch the tongs And somehow everybody asks for seconds [Chorus] Dave, you're forty-five And you haven't changed a bit The jokes, the grill, the nine o'clock — And I'd still marry every bit of it (happy birthday, Dave) [Verse] You defend your playlist like it's holy Two songs, on repeat, since two thousand four You wave at the neighbor when he doesn't see you And the kids still think you hung the moon [Bridge] I married the most predictable man alive And it's the smartest thing I ever did [Final Chorus] Dave, here's to you And you haven't changed a bit The jokes, the grill, the life we built — And I'd still marry every bit of it (happy birthday, Dave)
