32 birthdays leading to the room where the paint doesn't want to dry; 32 birthdays running down the road where the dirt reaches the sky; 32 birthdays in my brand new Indian headdress; 32 birthdays shining in 32 skies. What's the reason, why'd I go? Where's my PC, I don't know. 32 birthdays, counted them myself, 32 birthdays. Bing bang bingalong, sing sang singalong, ding dang dingalong (birth)day – I've got everything I could ever want, babe.