(fast 4/4.  instrumental break between each verse stanza.  most chorus parts
 are harmonized.)

(bass only)
sometimes i'm a sensitive guy;
just a smell can make me cry.
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the smell invokes a memory
and i'm held in my misery.
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candy canes and ice cream cones
and raw exhaust in No Parking zones
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sometimes sound can set me off!
a certain car, a certain cough
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  it's not that i have nothing bad to say.
    i could bitch about anything like any other day
    but i just don't feel like bitching... today
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the distance of telephone static,
the silence of a stagnant attic.
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sometimes just a certain taste
and the remaining day goes to waste
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  it's not that everything is going my way.
    i am willing to take whatever, come what may
    but i just don't feel like bitching... today
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      i slept all day on a jagged cliff
      overlooking the canal.
      i woke to ships' running lights
      and the question of the owl.
        i didn't have an answer -
        i'm a poet, not (a) romancer
      so i went back to sleep on my beach towel.
      (and at least i'll never have to buy a vowel.)
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the taste of food, the taste of gin
the taste of love, of soft white skin
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the tenderness of a soft embrace,
the thought i might get to third base!
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  and i don't know where but i must've gone astray
    i still think i will always hit into the double play
    i just don't feel like bitching... today
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  and i don't care if i sound like a cliche'
    i don't care how many dues i'll someday have to pay
    i just don't feel like bitching... today
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  and mentally, i'm still in disarray
    i'm not so arrogant to think i could keep the world at bay
    but i just don't feel like bitching... today