Nothing in the world is perfect

Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear



Complaints, its my department

Complaints, its my department

Everything you wear is too tight and clashes with the candlelight

Just give it back, no questions asked



and nothing in the world is perfect

Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear



complaints, its stereophonic

Complaints, its ironic

How they chatter, how they bore us

Like some avant gardish chorus

Just give it back, no questions asked



Well I'll dive off the mezzanine

If one more points at crooked seam

A sign of shoddy workmanship

Of asianic 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 and hear her complain



and now she says that she's expecting

And 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



Complains, complaints

Complaints, its my department

Complaints, its my department

Complaints, its stereophonic

Complaints, its ironic

Complaints, there's too many hours

Complaints, the bosses cower

Writer : MAEL, RONALD D
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.