Oh, poor me!
Oh, poor me!
How my body grunts and creaks.
I wallow in self pity,
Dab the tear drops from my cheeks.
Oh, poor me!
How I suffer!
How the cares that cramp my style,
Form a wrinkle down my forehead,
Train my lips to never smile.
Oh, poor me!
Oh, poor me!
All the things that could go wrong!
Like an awful country love song,
And I’m forced to sing along!
Sure, I’m clothed
Sure, I’m fed,
But have you FELT this awful bed?
Have you tasted food so bland?
And my shoes are full of sand!
I am sure that if you stay,
I can make you go away.
Oh, poor me!
Oh, poor me!
Where there’s trouble,
There I’ll be.
I’m not thankful anymore.
I’m a dull, complaining bore!
Oh, poor me!
How my body grunts and creaks.
I wallow in self pity,
Dab the tear drops from my cheeks.
Oh, poor me!
How I suffer!
How the cares that cramp my style,
Form a wrinkle down my forehead,
Train my lips to never smile.
Oh, poor me!
Oh, poor me!
All the things that could go wrong!
Like an awful country love song,
And I’m forced to sing along!
Sure, I’m clothed
Sure, I’m fed,
But have you FELT this awful bed?
Have you tasted food so bland?
And my shoes are full of sand!
I am sure that if you stay,
I can make you go away.
Oh, poor me!
Oh, poor me!
Where there’s trouble,
There I’ll be.
I’m not thankful anymore.
I’m a dull, complaining bore!
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