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                     Today,

     I had a woulda, coulda, shoulda, rather not kind of day.

     a woulda, coulda, shoulda, rather not kind of day-a.

    

     A day I never should have gotten out of bed.

     A day that felt worse than falling and hitting my head.

     A day that several times, oh, ny face was red.

     Y-yeah.



     a woulda, coulda, shoulda, rather not kinda day.

     a woulda, coulda, shoulda, rather not kinda day-a.

    

     I thought a boy was a girl, it was because of his hair.

     His mother just had to stare.   I felt the world glare.

     I missed the train, what a pain.  The bext train was

     late, was this fate?

     My boss yelled at me, what is this, a conspiracy?

  

     a woulda, coulda, shoulda, rather not kinda day-a.

     a woulda, coulda, shoulda, rather not kinda day-a.



     I fell in the mud in the box of sand, truely,

     that was  unplanned.

     In the house of Japan, I hit my head on a light,

     is the end in sight?



   a woulda, coulda, shoulda, rather not kinda day.

   a woulda, coulda, shoulda, rather not kinda day.



          My co-workers hate me.  

          They say I stare; They say how dare I.

          They say I don't clean.  They say I am mean.

          Oh, things about me, they say more.  

          On me, they have shut the door.  

          They are all trying to get me fired.

          Of this game, I am tired.

          It is really a pain.

          I do not know what it is about.

          But, I am not going to pout.

  

          I am out of time.  

          I can't think of another line.

          I can't think of another rhyme.

    

               Yes, today, it was a

     a woulda, coulda, shoulda, rather not kinda day-a.

     a woulda, coulda, shoulda, rather not kinda day-a.