- Michael Noctor
No Complaints Yet
I'll be dyin' tomorrow
But I'm livin' for today
Or tonight
As for tomorrow I couldn't give a number two

My flight is at 6.45
I don't want to be in a heap when I arrive
I'm drinking in Spain
Where the rain falls mainly on the plain
And the Jack measures are insane
You won't hear me complain
Ask not for whom the bell tolls
It tolls for thee
I'm just glad it's not tolling
For me
Yet