Lyrics

'Tis the season of Thanksgiving, so I thank my wonderful Mom for joining me on this one. I don't know how I managed to wrangle her into singing about an orange, bald, man who complains all the time...it must have been all the wine.

There could be endless verses to this song, but I decided not to push my luck with my Mom for more than 4.

Lyrics:
Every morning from 10 until noon,
I just complain.
I'm not picky, anything will do.
I'll just complain.

I'll just complain about it,
I'll just complain (fix my pothole )
When I do, good things happen too,
So, I just complain.

I went golfing at Pinehurst #2
But, 'twas too chilly
Got a line on my favorite TV show
But, it wasn't free.

I'll just complain about it,
I'll just complain (can't feel my fingers)
When I do, good things happen too,
So, I just complain.

I love movies & Ann Hornaday's reviews,
But, oy her phone.
It sounds like she's in a tin can field of beans
Just like at Ryan's home.

I'll just complain about it,
I'll just complain (get a new phone)
When I do, good things happen too,
So, I just complain.

Where's my paper? It is late once again,
Raju's to blame.
Come on now, don't you know who I am?
Oh, I hate to use my fame!

So,
I'll just complain about it,
I'll just complain (change your route now)
When I do, good things happen too,
So, I just complain.


*A parody of the classic gospel hymn "I'll Fly Away" written in 1929 by Albert Brumley and covered thousands of times, including my favorite version by Alison Krauss.