that what I want?. Why, why?. Chorus. It's the little things I get mad about. The couch is so worn-in. Little things are gonna bring me down. Can't smile with a double chin. So while I'm waiting, chasing
red. And she just looked so darn cute. That I couldn't' even act like I was mad. Yeah, I live for little moments like that Well, that's just like last year on my birthday. She lost all track of time
You're a dreamer, a pretty little dreamer. I couldn't leave you, I really couldn't leave you. You didn't gimme, gimme time to beat the fever. I've got the fever, I couldn't beat the fever Just
In my little town, I grew up believing. God keeps His eye on us all. And He used to lean upon me. As I pledged allegiance to the wall. Lord I recall, my little town Coming home after school
Three Little Fishies (Itty Bitty Poo). Kay Kyser (#1 in 1939). - words and music by Saxie Dowell. . Down in the meadow in a little bitty pool. Swam three little fishies and a mama fishie too