Fall from the fainting from the fumes
I take a command "Don't fall mo'"
I may prove too sick (I sway oh)
I'm falling down like a domino.

They are bizarre then all the while
Even their molars they do whet
Old crocodiles (no, no, no)
They wrap their teeth even on your sweat.

M'ronic gripes with their crooked snipes say
Oh, no, bray, woe, bray, oh, oh, oh
They're Always A-Bitchin'

They've conned, desecrate, and don't praise
Try to confound and they cross me more.
Try to get my mood (no, way, no)
You drop your think, they try to bring war.

Haul that status quo, sick of looks
You light the punk, so mentally banned
Then no does the strings (oh, yay, oh)
They're squawking and they're a-bitchin'

All the kin in big disgrace say
Ay, no, way, no, ay, no, way, no.
They're Always A-Bitchin'

-whistling innocently-

Chai poured tea is my treat don't want flak
Lift my arm then I put it back
Life's hard you know (don't think so)
So put a rose on an acrobat.

If I need to find all my props
They're hanging in the hut where I flop
They bring a chance (yea, think so)
And when you flub they knock, knock, knock.

All the expertise they know them
The hearty boys called the gremlin
But I said, "Hey whoa" (whoa, hey, whoa)
They walk in line while a-bitchin'

All my props in the hut I flop say
Hey, oh, hey, oh, I, no, where, go
They're Always A-Bitchin'
They're Always A-Bitchin'