He only wants insects at his birthday party
He doesn't want to invite our dysfunctional families
He is grossed-out by cake and ice cream
So, we are feeding our guests dirt and sunflower seeds
It is his birthday party
And our faces are all dirty
We only want a backyard full of laughter
But summer always invites another disaster
He dislikes stuffed animals and action figures
So, we are buying him a lifetime of silence and blurred-out faces
It is his birthday party
And our faces are all blurry
His smile is as bright as a billboard
And we are the products of his imaginary world