Whenever my day’s going south
I just start to run my mouth
Though I realize my colleagues want me to shut up
My money goes into a cup
When I refuse to shut up

There’s no therapy that could cure me
No matter how much cheese I eat with my whine
My presence and words are like fleas buzzing in their ears
I am like a foul line
I am the opposite of “benign”

I steal all their sunlight
With my bellyachin’
The sky gets cloudy
With my bellyachin’
I get death threats
And termination memos all of the time
All because I complain, I com-plai-ai-ain

Customer Service dodges my calls
I always get put on hold until I bawl
Though if I was in their shoes I’d be thinking the same thing
Deciding that one’s neck I’ll wring
If bellyaches they start to sing

They’re just pissed off because they can’t walk all over me
And with every complaint I state they disagree
But I will still try, still try, still try, still try
They’d much rather be enjoying Boston cream pie
Than drowning out my cries

I steal all their sunlight
With my bellyachin’
The sky gets cloudy
With my bellyachin’
I get death threats
And termination memos all of the time
All because I complain, I com-plai-ai-ain

Oh, don’t you let (don’t you let) me go (me go)
Don’t you let (don’t you let) me go (me go)
I’d much rather be enjoying Boston cream pie
Just let me make it right

I steal all their sunlight
With my bellyachin’
The sky gets cloudy
With my bellyachin’
I get death threats
And termination memos all of the time
All because I complain, I com-plai-ai-ain