    
Once upon a time, a man fell out the sky…
“Mysterious”, they called him… with a twinkle in his eye…
You’d wait for hours by the telephone…
’Til he’d parachute in… all alone…

He’d leave you with some “interesting” friends…
Or the dogs… right up until the end…
But then he’d drop back in… what a sight…
In some far-off place… in the dead of night…

Oh, Happy Birthday, Jeffrey…
From your Best Pal, Pete…
With your glorious homes…
And the friends that you eat…
Yum yum…

There’s pictures in the card, old chum…
Balconies and whiskey… having fun…
Two blank-faced girls… a speedboat ride…
Nothing that you’d ever need to hide…

Oh, Happy Birthday, Jeffrey…
From your Best Pal, Pete…
With your glorious homes…
And the friends that you eat…
Yum yum…

“I much regret… we ever met…”
Now the papers want their pound of flesh…
But the photos smile…
Across the years…
And the silence…

Best pal…
Yum yum…
Parachute in…
Parachute out…
Nothing to talk about.