• 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