A ruffled brow 

A sturdy snout 

I'm not much fun to be around 

Refrain from you, refrain from me 

Afraid of what we might could be 

You turn me out, you kick at me 

I never ask what you ask of me 

And backing up from it all I'm ready to flee 


But I have erased it 

Very clear 

And all of my friends have complained to me 


A filthy sound 

A wretched mouth 

I'm not much fun to be around 

I'm not afraid to be myself 

I never want to let you down 

You turn me out, you kick at me 

I never ask what you ask of me 

And backing up from it all I'm ready to flee 


I have erased it 

Very clear 

And all of my friends have complained to me 

Yeah, I have erased it 

Very clear 

And all of my friends have complained to me 


Da da da da . . . 

Complain, complain, complain to me 

Complain, complain, complain to me 

Complain, complain, complain to me