Melody “I Get By with a Little Help from My Friends” (Verse 1): You set out early wanting more, To learn, to change, to make a mark, From Excel king and slide design, To global deals that save the planet’s heart. You climbed the ladder your own way, With balance none of us can crack, We’re pretty sure you bend the rules, Sleep less than all of us—somehow get time back! (Chorus): But you get by with a little help from your friends, Mmm, you get high with a little help from your friends, Mmm, you´r gonna try with a little help from your friends. (Verse 2): From Chile north to Italy, To Danish friends and everywhere, You pull us all into one room, Good food, good wine, great times to share. And when the world just shut down tight, You went and found size forty nine! Five k’s turned into marathons, Ultra runs—yeah, that felt totally fine 😄 (Chorus): But you get by with a little help from your friends, Mmm, you get high with a little help from your friends, Mmm, you´r gonna try with a little help from your friends. (Verse 3): Your kids stay calm when heights are mad, On mountain cliffs or desert ground, They know that dad’s always nearby, So fear is never really found. From tiny flats to dream homes grown, Italy, Sweden, Copenhagen too, Each house becomes the biggest project— Next level chaos (we mean that in a good way) 😜 (Chorus): Oh we get by with a little help from our dad, Mmm, we get high with a little help from our dad, Mmm, I’m gonna try with a little help from my ´hub. (Verse 4): So what will we sing when you turn eighty? Hard to say—but let’s take a guess, If the next forty match the first, Well… we should probably brace ourselves 😆 You learned that Danish opened doors, To jokes that hit both dark and dry, So you put in the work, mastered the tone— Black humor fluent: Mastertias (Verse 5): A second book — now Danish fluent, “Too clever,” critics love to say, A sequel lands, the comeback’s real, The Queen’s New Clothes — your version, your way! And Gaia, Storm fly past the rules, Cliffs, skydives, trips to space, You just smile calmly, same as always, “Seems normal”—classic dad face 😌 (Chorus): But you get by with a little help from your friends, Mmm, you get high with a little help from your friends, Mmm, you´r gonna try with a little help from your friends. (Verse 6): Each year you fly back home to Chile, Though far away, they’re close at heart, So much stays the same — one thing is different, Four homes in Chile: Pollmann‑Larsen mark! In forty years some feel grown up, Some creak a bit when they unfold, Still we show up from every corner, Good food, good wine — and Marie’s made peace with arrival times 😄 (Chorus): Oh you get by with a little help from your friends, Mmm, you get high with a little help from your friends, Mmm, you´r gonna try with a little help from your friends.