^EWith his back against the San Fr^Aancisco traffic, ^E On the b^Bridges side that faces towards the jail, ^E ^C#mSetting out to j^Boin a demograph^Aic, ^EHe hoists his fi^Arst leg up over^E the rail.

And a ph^Eone call is made, police^A cars show up quickly. ^E ^BThe sergeant slams his passenger^E door. He says, "H^C#mey son why don't^B you talk through this ^Awith me, Just tel^El me what you're doing i^At for.&^Equot;

Oh, it's a li^C#mttle bit of^E everything, It's the^C#m mountains, It's the^G#m fog, It's the^A news at si^Ex o'clock, It's the^B death of my first dog, It's the^E angels up above^A me, It's the^E song that they don't si^C#mng, It's a l^Eittle bit o^Af everything^E.

^ESomewhere a pretty girl is writi^Ang invitations,^E To a wed^Bding she has scheduled for the fall, ^E ^C#mHer man says, &a^Bmp;#61587;Baby,^A can I make an observation? ^EYou don't seem t^Ao be having any^E fun at all.

She said^E, You just w^Aorry about your groomsm^Een and your shirt-size, ^BAnd rest assured that this is ma^Eking me feel good, I think that lov^C#me is so much eas^Bier than you realize, ^A If you c^Ean give yourself to some^Aone, then you should. ^E

Cause it's a ^C#mlittle bit ^Eof everything, The way you joke^C#m, the way you ache, ^G#m It is wa^Aking up before y^Eou, So I can^B watch you as you wake. So in th^Ee day in late Se^Aptember, It's not^E some stupid lit^C#mtle ring, ^EI'm giving a lit^Atle bit of ever^Eything.

Oh, it's a li^C#mttle bit of^E everything, It's the^C#m matador and the bull, ^G#m It's the^A suggested daily^E dosage, ^BIt is the red moon when it's full. ^EAll these psychics and t^Ahese doctors, ^EThey're all right and th^C#mey're all wrong, ^EIt's like trying to make^A out every word, When the^Ey should simply hum alon^C#mg, ^EIt's not some message wr^Aitten in the dark, Or some ^Etruth that no one's seen^C#m, It's a l^Eittle bi^At of everything^E.

Dawes - A little bit of everything