(Difford/Tilbrook)
I feel my chin hit my chest
As I do my best to stay calm
I feel my face start to ache
As I try to shake the alarm
As I roll on my side
ThereЎЇs a smile on her face
That says much more than words ever will
About how she maintains all the spirit sheЎЇs gained
When IЎЇm grouch of the day
When IЎЇve drifted away
And IЎЇm moping around in a sulk
SheЎЇll have something to say
And I usually obey
Then I get my resentments in bulk
ThatЎЇs the price that you pay
For being grouch of the day
As my legs start to shake
The feeling is great and IЎЇm gone
I feel butterflies wing
As she starts to sling music on