I like to grump about this dump
In the sourpuss's jargon that I speak
Show no restraint for each complaint
In my sourpuss's jargon of the week

I can find fault with everything
Of all the crabs, I am the king
I like to bitch cause I'm not rich
It's at sourpuss's jargon I excel

When I'm at work I'm such a jerk
I'm telling everyone that life is hell
They think I'm nuts, they hate my guts
But I don't think much of them, as you can tell

Don't have a soul to call a friend
Then if I did, this world would end
I'm gonna gripe, like a buttwipe
It's at sourpuss's jargon I excel

(Under the breath mumbling)

When I go out, I gotta pout
For the traffic and the service is all bad
I'm always pissed, a pessimist
For I've lost every woman that I've had

I'd like to find some peace with prayer
But with my luck, it won't be there
So I'll just grouch from my old couch
It's at sourpuss's jargon I excel
It's at sourpuss's jargon I excel
Say with sourpuss's jargon -go to hell!