> V1:
> June Bugs in my ears, I feel them crawling.
> It's bringing me to tears, see how I'm bawling.
> They're eating at my eyes, and they're on my mind.
>
> V2:
> Something behind my nose just ate some snotta.
> They're camping up and down my Medula Oblongata.
> Whoever put them there was sure enough unkind.
>
> Chorus:
> June Bugs in my ears.
> 2,000 insects; June Bugs in my ears.
> It's making me sick to feel them come and go. I'm tired of the flow.
> I wish they'd go away. Very, very far away.
>
> V3:
> However can they find enough to eat there?
> I know I lost my mind before they got there.
> But they are really here... those June Bugs in my ears.
>
> (Instrumental - First 3 lines of chorus)
> I wish they'd go away. Very, very far away.
>
> Repeat V3 then SCAT until end.


You *RULE*, Dracimas. The entire universe. I spent a year playing that damn song in rest-home and 50th birthday gigs with a mandolin orchestra, along with other easy listening classics such as The White Rose of Athens and Never On Sunday. Now life is worth living again.

Brunnen-"I think I love you"G