Hell In The Club - Mr. Grouch

MR. GROUCH
(lyrics by Dave)

Wanna know a story? He is one of us, he is Mr. Grouch

He's out there talking to himself smoking hundreds cigs like no one else - like no else
He says he cares but he'll never care, he said he used to care but now he doesn't care - no more

I wanna be smart like him
I wanna play guitar like he does
He's the God of untalkativity

Mr. Grouch - Mr. Grouch
he's not keen on the scream and shout
Mr. Grouch - Mr. Grouch
Try his mind and you'll soon find out that
he'll outsmart you in a million ways
He's a sweetheart but he'll hate you anyway
Mr. Grouch

He's out there talking to the night, reciting poems by memory like a pro - like a fuckin' pro
He wants to cry but he'll never cry he said he used to cry but now he doesn't cry - no more

I wanna be smart like him
I wanna play guitar like he does
He's the God of untalkativity

Mr. Grouch - Mr. Grouch
he's not keen on the scream and shout
Mr. Grouch - Mr. Grouch
Try his mind and you'll soon find out that
he'll outsmart you in a million ways
He's a sweetheart but he'll hate you anyway
Mr. Grouch

He was there at the party cats with his cowboy hat, hanging with Marylin Monroe - or was it Michael?
He's always right, he says you're not right, or you may be right, he doesn't care what's right no more

He's the God of untalkativity

Mr. Grouch - Mr. Grouch
he's not keen on the scream and shout
Mr. Grouch - Mr. Grouch
Try his mind and you'll soon find out that
he'll outsmart you in a million ways
He's a sweetheart but he'll hate you anyway
Mr. Grouch

Be silent, thou accursed wolf

Written by:
Marco Lazzarini, Davide Moras, Andrea Piccard, Andrea Buratto

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