The Crom - Quit your moaning

Wouldn't it be nice, if, we lived by the sea
And, everybody was nice, but that's just a dream

So I'm glad you agree that, a change is good as a rest
So, while we take this view, let's put it to the test

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She didn't like it but she had to make do
If you think that this rings true
What do you suppose you gotta do
Just quit your moaning
Quit your moaning
We try so hard to make our way
But we never really have a say
So quit your moaning

We would rather be kings and
Our thrones would be gold, but
Our fancy clothes won't, keep us warm when it's cold

And if I had a Porsche, I'd
Sell my bucket of rust
Then I'd have a car, that, I could really trust

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She didn't like it but she had to make do
If you think that this rings true
What do you suppose you gotta do
Just quit your moaning
Quit your moaning
We try so hard to make our way
But we never really have a say
So quit your moaning

Wouldn't it be nice, if, we lived by the sea
And, everybody was nice, but that's just a dream

So I'm glad you agree that, a change is good as a rest
So, while we take this view, let's put it to the test
The test, we'll put it to the test

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She didn't like it but she had to make do
If you think that this rings true
What do you suppose you gotta do
Just quit your moaning
Quit your moaning
We try so hard to make our way
But we never really have a say
So quit your moaning
Just quit your moaning
We never really have a say
But it doesn't matter anyway
So quit your moaning

Written by:
Alan Sweeney

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