All the parents of the children of December

Have a clutch 

'Cause their birthdays are the hardest to remember

When you're born on Christmas

Or the day before new year's

They can sing out your birthday 

But but but nobody hears

I was lucky I was born in the summer

Nineteen seventy five

It was as hot as an oven

Families that were lovin each other in November

By April were planning all the new family members

But save one for the empirical boy with his empirical toys 

The hots wheels the autobots and the deceptigons

Everyone's waiting to see what he's worth

But he is invincible like a breeze on the earth


I was holding something

In my hands so tightly

I was afraid to let it go

I was afraid to even know

I was holding something

In my heart so tightly

I was afraid to let it go


Oh when you're born in December

It's hard to remember

Well the 90s have ended

So what do you call this decade?


I hold every person I meet like a treasure

I defend the ones I love to whatever the end is

And that's why I take it to you through the music

'Cause when the music's connected it's like everyone's protected

January is for Rosie 

God bless Rosie

And February is for Tim

We all know about him

March is for my mama still winin' and dinin'

And April is for my my my my pop

May give to Jonas some

June is for the bass

Mine's July July July July July


All the parents of the children of December

Have a clutch 

When you're born in christmas

Or the day after new year's

They can sing out your birthday but but but but but but but

Make a little noise

Make a little sound


Oh when you're born in December

And no one remembers

Well the 90s have ended

So what do you call this decade?