My life is really crap, I've really got it bad

I've got it worse than anybody else has ever had

The people starving in the third world really should be glad

Compared to me they've really got no reason to be sad

If they could comprehend this pain I feel

They'd realised they've got a damn good deal

Have a good whinge

Have a good whine

Have a good moan

Don't just pout, let it out

Have a good weep

Have a good cry

Have a good groan

Oh oh oh oh boo hoo

You think I've got it good, that I'm unfairly blessed

But heightened expectations make me misery obsessed

So much free time and cash to waste and guilt to be repressed

You need an education to be nearly this depressed

My degree of tragedy's beyond your comprehension

If old folks knew I'm so blue, they'd all give me their pension...

Don't just fume, let it boom...

Wo wo wo...... woe is me

The more you have, the more you have to complain about

Get over it you say, but there'll be no refraining

'Cos now I'll whinge about you whining over my complaining

A whinge whinge situation can be really rather draining

I'm waning just explaining it and stuff it, now it's raining

My despair's beyond compare, in time you'll learn

I've suffered for my art, now it's your turn

Don't hold back, go the hack