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How 'Bout Them Malcontents?
How 'bout them malcontents?
Ain't they brats?
Complain about this
and complain about that!
Complainin' at work
and complainin' at break!
Complainin' cause gripers
are in their wake!
How 'bout them faultfinders,
ain't they some crabs?
Gripin' 'bout buses
and they're gripin' bout cabs!
Grouchin' 'bout sunshine,
grumblin' 'bout rain!
All that darn complainin'
could drive a man insane!
How 'bout them malcontents,
ain't they coots?
Bitchin' 'bout everything
in this 'Stute!
Crabbin' 'bout meatloaf,
crankin' 'bout pie!
Grousin' bout Dr. Moose,
kick him in the eye!
How 'bout them sourpusses?
They're here, you know!
Pablo, Michelangelo,
and ol' Van Gogh...
As soon as ol' Rockwell
comes on the scene,
crankin' at HIM,
if you know what I mean!
Everybody sayin'
that Norm can't paint!
Now ol' Rockwell is
the brunt of their complaint.
Just cause his name
don't end with "o",
he can't be an artist,
and they say so!
How to be a malcontent?
The question is moot!
Get yer crabby sourpuss
and come into the 'Stute!
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