Tasha Miller - Y're Grumpy

Let me guess: you don't like your cake!
You even find a problem with an ice cream shake.
Your life is a fuzzy wuzzy juicy peach,
But you only see the worm!

It's a beautiful wonderful sunny day.
Your hair is perfectly set with spray.
A chipper neighbor says, "Hey! What'cha doin today?"
You state, "I have to lunch at the club."

Are you sad?
You gotta be mad.
You are never ever happy!
Y're grumpy! Yeah, yeah, y're grumpy.

Then you stomp out the door in your Jimmy Choos,
Jump into a Mercedes, gold and blue.
Your face has been lifted up to the moon.
Then you notice that your nail is chipped!

It's Christmas Dinner. You raise your glass.
The party is alive on laughing gas.
Then everybody looks your way when you say,
"This turkey is over-cooked!"

Well has your mind been trained to reside in the negative
While flowers bloom from every place you ever lived?
You're a poster child for happiness!
Well you won't get no pity from me!

Are you sad?
You must be mad?
'Cuz you are never ever just alright!
Y're grumpy! Yeah, y're grumpy!

Blaming your troubles on everybody else,
Complaining like you don't even own your own self!
Nobody can take you seriously!
Even when you're wearing specs and a suit!

Give it a rest, babe!
If bitching were a sport, you'd win the race, babe!
(with your eyes closed, of course.)
But it's not! And you still got some time
To turn your sour grapes into a jug of sweet wine.
And that way!
Your tombstone!
It might not say
You were grumpy!

Y'r grumpy! Yeah, yeah, y'r grumpy.

Written by:
TASHA JOY MILLER

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Lyrics © Tasha Joy Miller, Songtrust Ave

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