Another shift begins beneath the glowing lights, But today the steel is shining just a little more bright. We got the blueprints stacked and the furnace humming low, But there is a celebration that we all gotta know. Newton Steel is waking up to the morning hum, Checking off the manifest, here he comes. With a clipboard in his hand and a steady, solid stare, He keeps the rhythm running, he’s the anchor over there. Oh, happy birthday to the legend on the floor, Giving hundred percent and then he gives us more. From the casting bay to the cold-roll line, Tubby Daddy’s making everything align! Yeah, we’re shouting it out from the blast furnace heat, Happy birthday to the king of Newton Steel street! He knows every lever, he knows every gear, He’s been the steady heartbeat for another great year. Sometimes he’s grumpy when the quotas get tight, But he’s the first one to fix it and make it all right. Forget the molten metal, forget the iron strain, Today we’re celebrating, let the sparks fly like rain. Whatever the nickname, whatever the name on the door, He’s the soul of the factory, what could we ask for more? Oh, happy birthday to the legend on the floor, Giving hundred percent and then he gives us more. From the casting bay to the cold-roll line, Tubby Daddy’s making everything align! Yeah, we’re shouting it out from the blast furnace heat, Happy birthday to the king of Newton Steel street! Yeah, keep it running, keep it strong, Tubby Daddy, you’ve been here all along. Happy birthday to the boss, Newton Steel’s finest, no loss.