Complaints

Nothing in the world is perfect Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear Complaints, its my department Complaints, its my department Everything you wear is too tight and clashes with the candlelight Just give it back, no questions asked and nothing in the world is perfect Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear complaints, its stereophonic Complaints, its ironic How they chatter, how they bore us Like some avant gardish chorus Just give it back, no questions asked Well I'll dive off the mezzanine If one more points at crooked seam A sign of shoddy workmanship Of asianic hands that slipped Just give it back no questions asked Nothing in the world is perfect Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear Complaints, there's to many hours Complaints, the bosses cower Two weeks free from all complaining, it was due to our complaining Take her to Spain and hear her complain and now she says that she's expecting And that's my fault for not protecting Her from all the risks of passion She's complaining, she's old fashioned Just give it back, no questions asked Complains, complaints Complaints, its my department Complaints, its my department Complaints, its stereophonic Complaints, its ironic Complaints, there's too many hours Complaints, the bosses cower --- Complaints - Sparks