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