I hope I never have to stand 6 feet away from you again I hope I never have to wait six months before I hold your hand I hope there's someone in your house, a proxy or a stand-in A broomstick you can dance the night away with So I hope I never have to stand 6 feet away from you again So happy birthday to me Two times till my filthy hands are raw And as I disinfect the doors and rails I wonder if I'll ever breathe at all I really hope you don't go changing No you need for rearranging You are sunshine and the moonlight You are So happy birthday to me Two times till my filthy hands are raw I hope I never have to stand 6 feet away from you again I hope I never have to stand 6 feet away from you again I hope I never have to stand 6 feet away from you again