Traceys Buns by Dr. Manhattan Lyrics

Thank god for your hair, and your...eyes
And--
Thank you for hair
And your eyes
And your gums

Thank god for your hip bones
And your clavy
And your buns
Thank god--
Thank you for your nose and
Always keeping it in my business
Thanks for your concern about my sleep and my fitness
About my sleep and my fitness

Hi there, Tracey
I miss you more than Thursday
But I am with you now
Oh thank god for your birthday, yea
Thank god for your birthday, yea
I can't wait to be 88
So we can drive off of a cliff
But right now it's your birthday
And I'm poor so here's my gift
I can't wait to see you again
I hope it's not three days
I can't wait 'til you're president
I hope it's in three days
I said, I hope it's in three days

Hi there, Tracey
I miss you more than Thursday
But I am with you now
Oh thank god for your birthday
I said, hi there, Tracey
I miss you more than Thursday
But I am with you now
Oh thank god for your birthday, yea
I said thank you for your birthday, yea

Thank god for your birthday, yea
Thank god for your birthday, yea

Milkshakes are pretty fucking tasty
But I enjoy you more
Because you're Tracey
And I love you
So much