HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RINALDO

INTRO

"Come on, babe —"

"Candles are lit, horns are hot —

the whole joint's been waiting for the man I've got!"

VERSE 1

Ten years ago you ambled through my door,

cool as January — and honey, I wanted more.

Five years my husband now, and darling, it's true:

I'd say "I do" tomorrow — and the day after, too!

CHORUS

Oh, Rinaldo — you're forty-seven,

and I'm your very own barbarian,

you rolled a natural twenty on my heart —

you don't take your sugar,

but heaven knows you're sweet enough —

so come on, babe, let the big brass strut!

VERSE 2

Most nights you'll find us lost in Faerûn — our dice going clack, clack, clack,

I'm the big ol' barbarian, honey — and you watch my back.

You keep our little party standing, we always make it through,

and this rage I keep on raging? Babe, it only burns for you!

CHORUS

Oh, Rinaldo — you're forty-seven,

and I'm your very own barbarian,

you rolled a natural twenty on my heart —

you don't take your sugar,

but heaven knows you're sweet enough —

so come on, babe, let the big brass strut!

BRIDGE — THE GIFT, REVEALED AGAIN

(In a few short weeks, my love — two whole months, just us:

Laos. Vietnam. Thailand.

Luang Prabang. Hanoi. Chiang Mai.

And in Hanoi — mon amour — a little something with your name on it:

steam bath… full-body massage… refreshing body scrub… pampering body wrap…

"De-stressing, for him…"

Oh yes, darling — "him" means YOU.)

BRIDGE

Two months of markets, temples, riverboats and streets —

hand in hand with my Rinaldo, the whole world at our feet!

FINAL CHORUS

So come on, Rinaldo — you're forty-seven,

and I'm your very own barbarian,

ten years in, and I'd do it all again —

you're sugar-free and still the sweetest thing around,

so blow those candles out… and paint the town!

OUTRO

(Happy birthday, my love — from your barbarian…)

Rinaaaldo!… and all that jazz!