Happy Birthday Carrie!!

Sung to the tune of Frankie Valli's Sherry:

Ca-ay-AY-AY-AR-Rie Ba-YAY-by (Carrie Baby)
Ca-ay-rie, you're the birthday girl, yeah!

You, you, you-oo-oo and Pe-ee-ter (Carrie Baby)
You-oo guys, you're the freaking best, yeah!

Why don't you par-ty (it's your birthday, yeah!)
Par-ty (up there in Northern Cal)
Come on (you'll dance the night away)
Like Abba in NINETEEN SEVENTY SIX! (Wooo!)

Ca-ay-AY-AY-AR-Rie Bay-YAY-by (Carrie Baby)
Ca-ay-rie, you're the fruitiest bat! [And that's a compliment!]
Fruit bat, fruitiest ba-aaaaa-at! Fruit bat, fruitiest ba-aaaaa-at!

You-oo, you'd better go ask Alex (Carrie Baby)
A-ask him, how do you code that in Linux??
He'll tell you-oo-oooo-oo, "MAH-ah-om (Carrie Baby):
Ne-ver mind, you're the greatest mom in the world!"

(Why don't you come out) Have a big birthday drink!
(Come out) 'Cause all we love you so much!
(Come out) If it wasn't for the list,
We'd all lose our mi-i-inds!!!

Ca-ay-AY-AR-Rie Bay-YAY-by (Carrie Baby)
Ca-ay-rie, Happy Birthday to You!!!!
(Hap-hap Happy Birth-Daaaay-ay-ay-ay)
(Hap-hap Happy Birth-Daaaay-ay-ay-ay)
[Dramatic fade out!]

Happy Birthday, sweetie! You are a full-on, rocking solid-gold mama and I love you!

Your spa buddy, Paula