Complaints

[Verse] And nothing in the world is perfect, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear [Chorus] 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! [Verse] And nothing in the world is perfect, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear [Chorus] Complaints, stereophonic Complaints, well it's ironic How they chatter, how they bore us Like some avant-gardeish chorus Just give it back, no questions asked! [Bridge] 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! [Verse] And nothing in the world is perfect, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear [Chorus] Complaints, there's too 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! [Bridge] And now she says she is expecting 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! [Guitar Solo] [Outro] Complaints Complaints Complaints, it's my department Complaints, it's my department Complaints, stereophonic Complaints, well it's ironic Complaints, there's too many hours Complaints, the bosses cower Complaints, it's my department Complaints, it's my department Complaints, stereophonic Complaints, well it's ironic Complaints, there's too many hours Complaints, the bosses cower