Grumbles
What a bother what a fuss too much trouble
Something always comes along to burst the bubble
Nothing ever turns out right and no one cares
Everything goes wrong, and then the temper flares
I can’t win the lottery and I’ve never won a light
I’ve never won anything, not even a fight
I am tired of the hassle and the things that go wrong
I’m just sitting on the fence again where I belong
I can’t make my mind up, what I want to do
Go and get a takeaway or cook a homemade stew
It doesn’t really matter now I don’t feel hungry anymore
I can’t even be bothered to go through the front door
We grumble over this and that, sometimes it’s so petty
Like wires into the TV, that looks just like spaghetti
Grumbling about the weather it never seems right
It’s either too hot or cold or there’s too much sunlight
There are people worse off than us as is always the case
So our moanings and groanings are really a disgrace
This is human nature though we’re never satisfied
Nothing seems to please us and the humour has died
We really should be thankful for all the things we’ve got
Never mind the rain or if the sun is burning hot
What if the bus is missing and doesn’t turn up
Or if you spill your coffee all over from the cup
Things aren’t really bad if you stand back to think
You don’t need to worry or have to turn to drink
Grumbling is quite natural but take it easy though
People will just see you there and turn around to go
No one likes a grumbler but it happens all the time
You will have your grumbles and I will have mine
It’s such a crying shame that things don’t go right
If it wasn’t for that happening life would be so bright
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