It puts me in mind of a sentimental little ditty I wrote for one of Dad's birthdays--thirty-three years ago, the recording of which featured primitive overdubbing involving the use of two old tape recorders. Some of the lyrics:
This greeting song is written for a very special manWell, you get the idea. In my family, it's pretty much, the goofier the better. And I'm still looking over Dad's shoulder.
He may not be the wealthiest or the emperor of Japan
Still there's something special, one can plainly see
After all this man has sired a special son like me.
Happy birthday, Dad
I know it ain't bad
When you've got me looking over your shoulder...