Stand Up on the Crate
Style: Motown soul

[Verse 1]
Somebody grab that old wood crate
Turn it over, don't be late
We need it high so you can stand
With a glass of something in your hand

[Pre-chorus]
Under the table where the salt rings dried
Every good story's been told and lied
Tonight the room is leaning in

[Chorus]
Frank, get up here, take your place
Let the whole room see your face
We came for you and only you
Happy birthday, Frank, we mean it true

[Verse 2]
That table's held a hundred nights
Sticky glasses, low warm lights
But it never held a name so fine
So climb up, Frank, this minute's thine

[Bridge]
We're not clapping for the crate
We're clapping 'cause you're worth the wait
One more year and here you stand
The best thing in this crowded land

[Chorus]
Frank, get up here, take your place
Let the whole room see your face
We came for you and only you
Happy birthday, Frank, we mean it true

[Outro]
Set the crate back by the wall
We'll pull it out next year and all

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