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Words
Verse 1
Seventeen today and you're still on the dish pit
Which is a rough birthday, I know, I have had four
You brought the speaker in your bag the way you always do
And you didn't ask permission, you just put your music on
Chef pulled a face. Chef pulls a face at everything
I said leave it, it's her day. And he left it
Pre-Chorus
You've been playing me the same four songs since March
Explaining who is who, and I have retained no names
But I clocked the bit where it drops out and comes back
Chorus
So happy birthday, Marnie, this one's your kind
Big shiny chorus and a sharp turn in the middle
I wrote it on a ticket by the salamander
Put it on the pass — seventeen, and the room is yours
Verse 2
You do the worst job in the building and you've never moaned
You're faster than two of the lads and about half the size
You told me you want to cook, properly, not just wash
So Tuesday you're on garnish. I have already told him
You'll hate it for a month and then one day you won't
That's the whole job. That is the only secret there is
Chorus
So happy birthday, Marnie, this one's your kind
Big shiny chorus and a sharp turn in the middle
I wrote it on a ticket by the salamander
Put it on the pass — seventeen, and the room is yours
Bridge
I asked what the chorus meant, you had a go at translating
Said it's basically: I am not going to make myself small
And I thought — right. That's why it's that loud, then
Seventeen, and already better at that than me
Final Chorus
So happy birthday, Marnie, this one's your kind
Big shiny chorus and a sharp turn in the middle
I wrote it on a ticket by the salamander
Put it on the pass — the kitchen's closed, the room is yours
Outro
Cake's in the walk-in, second shelf, behind the stock
Nobody touch it. It is hers and she has earned it
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