Lyrics of Happy birthday, miss jones

Scene: wild-haired kid with big eyes walking back and forth next to the phone. note, the words in quotes appear over his head.
Kid: "happy birthday, miss --" ... uh ... er ... nah! "why, hello there, miss jones, i ... " er -- er, no, that's not right.
A friend enters, (two seconds of traffic sounds). friend is bald, with bb eyes.
Friend: came right over, what's cooking?
Kid: it's my teacher. it's her birthday and i want to call her up. i want to tell her something special.
Friend: how about "happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you"--
Kid frowns: nah, everybody says that!
Friend: welllll, how about "roses are red, violets are blue"--
Kid scrunches up his face in disgust at this.
Kid: nah, i wanna tell her something different! something, i'll think of something!
(begins to carefully dial. beep. beep. beep. beep. beep. beep. beep.)
Miss jones answers, in a low, sensuous voice: hello?
Kid: "happy birthday miss jones, you sure got nice--bones!"
Kid winces, click.
Friend: well, it was different all right.