Happy Birthday Kevin

Verse

Here’s to Kevin, on his special day,

A son in law who’s found his way;

Two boys now 8 years apart—

One loves to eat, the other likes to fart.

Verse

The wife dreams of fake cactus garden row,

But Kev's cheap pockets they say "No-no-no."

A Mustang loud calls from down the street,

Maybe next week he will have a fleet.

Verse

Guns in His safe in vast supply

A salt gun ready, gonna kill that fly.

Zero-turn mower cuts the grass just right,

Ranger rides all day sometimes through night.

Verse

Fishing oh the Wabash waters wide,

Catch and release with patient pride;

Though dinner catfish all swim away—

Oh, that's ok, never liked fish any way.

Chorus

Happy birthday, Kevin—cheers today!

another year of killin moles thats diggin holes.

Happy birthday Kevin, dear son in law.

Happy happy birthday