Listen, you can tell your lawyer
That he can go to hell
'Cause I can take whatever you're offering up
Reasonably well
And if four long years come to nothing
It's all right
But it's your birthday
It's your birthday tonight
And I went to buy you something
But I caught myself in time
And nothing makes any sense anymore
But everything rhymes
Die hard, die kicking
Old habit of mine
Die hard, die kicking
Old habit of mine
Die hard
Die hard
Die kicking