Complaints

Nothing in the world is perfect
 Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
 Complaints, it's my department
 Complaints, it's my department
 Everything you wear's too tight and clashes with the candlelight
 Just give it back, no questions asked

 Nothing in the world is perfect
 Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
 Complaints, stereophonic
 Complaints, it's ironic
 How they chatter, how they bore us like some avant- gardish chours
 Just give it back, no questions asked

 I'll dive off the mezzanine if one more points at crooked seams
 A sign of shoddy workmanship, of Asiatic 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, hear her complain

 Now she says she is expecting
 That's my fault for not protecting
 Her from all the risks of passion
 She's complining, she's old-fashioned
 Just give it back, no questions asked

 Complaints, it's my department
 Complaints, it's my department