Lyrics
A sittin' and slidin' on a rough park bench Anything to quench that tormenting stench A clever use of a bunched-up coat (so sneaky) To stifle the itch that's got my vote Disguise the anguish with a grin and a nod While fightin' this itch that's ungodly broad I got an itch way down low, darlin' Ain't the place your hands should go I twist and turn, trying to shake it good It's that deep down itchin' in the neighborhood [Verse] Listen to my tale Discomfort's ridin' like a lonesome rail My shoes are tapping, I'm walking strange Ain't no sight that ain't within this itch's range I'm bending corners, and squirming in my seat It's a fire down under, can't admit defeat [Chorus] Oh, this itchin' blues, it's a private fight Rubbin' 'gainst the denim, trying to set it right I wriggle hard (so hard), in my rough-spun jeans Hoping for relief from the itchy fiend Do the sidewalk dance, people think it's groove (They don't know) But it's just that itch, I can't seem to soothe [Verse] Pockets deep, I try to be sly Squirming my hand like I'm swatting a fly Scootin' on leather, tryin' to scratch that itch (can't scratch it) Prayin' for relief, boy, life's a witch A precarious wiggle when nobody's lookin' It's that dire itch that's got me cookin' [Chorus] Yeah, the itchin' blues got me on the run Tryin' all tricks 'til the itchin's done
