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Some people must have.
Some people have not.
But they’ll complain and complain and complain and complain and complain.
Some people will work.
Some simply will not.
But they’ll complain and complain and complain and complain and complain.
Like this: It’s society’s fault I don’t have a job.
It’s society’s fault I am a slob.
I have potential no one can see.
Give me welfare. Let me be me!
Hey, Bud, you’re livin’ in the Land of the Free.
No one’s gonna hand you opportunity!
Some people must have.
Some never will.
But they’ll complain and complain and complain and complain and complain.
I don’t have a house. I don’t have a car.
I spend all my money getting’ drunk in a bar.
I wanna be rich. I don’t have a brain.
Just give me a handout while I complain.
Or this: I wanna stay in bed and watch TV.
Go out weekends in a limousine
And dance all night takin’ lots of drugs
And wake up when I wanna.
Hey, Bud, you’re livin’ in the Land of the Free.
No one’s gonna hand you opportunity!
Some people will learn.
Some never do.
But they’ll complain and complain and complain and complain and complain.
Yeah, they’ll complain and complain and complain and complain and complain.