Can't Complain Lyrics

"How you doin' Bert?"

"Well not so good Charlie, my back's gone out and I cut my finger kinda
gnarly. The job's the same and so's the boss, he's still a big ass and my
wallet got lost. My wife's sick in bed she says she'll never get well and
all these kids today have gone to hell and all  that government paperwork
caught up with me, hadd to hire a beancounter for an outrageous fee.
And I don't know if the chicken or the egg is to blame, but all thins
considered, I guess I can't complain."

"Cheer up," Charlie said, "things could be worse."

"Well yeah, I know, but did I tell you my landlord's a cop, my neighbor's
insane, but all  things considered, I guess I can't complain."

CHORUS
Out on  the water
Where the sailing men all go
The water's high while all the fish swim low

"You know what Bert," Charlie said, "you got the wrong attitude. Somtims
life's a big game and the paths yo can shoose. Thins may go wrong but ya
gotta stand tall."

"Well I know," Bert said, "but well...that ain't all. My hair's falling
out, the roof leaks when it rains, but all  things considered, I guess I
can't complain."

CHORUS

"You know what Bert," Charlie said, "you're a real loser, so I'll see you
next week if you live 'til then."

And as Bert walked out on the sidewalk, ten floors up, two men lost
control of a hoist at just the right time, and a big Steinway grand
flatened Bert like a dime. And as the crowd gathered 'round and asked,
what was his name? And could it be the chicken or the gg to blame?
Well, the only thing heard was that all things considered, he really
couldn't complain.

So if you're a loser in life and your gun's out of ammo, just remember
this story about Bert and the piano. 'Cause if you can't string the bow
and you're clean out of resin, someone may have planned for you a music
lesson. So keep your eyes to the sky, it could be a brand name, and
remember all things considered, you really can't complain.
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