I like my beer from a bottle, but fizzy drinks from a can,
That hardly makes me an unreasonable man.
If a pizza’s overcooked or the music’s too loud,
I won’t remain silent like the sheep in the crowd.
Sometimes I can’t stop though, sometimes I’m a pest,
I keep on going till there’s no hair on my chest.
Friends and family they know, they’re almost immune,
Strangers become more estranged very soon.
I don’t do it out of rudeness, that’s not my intent,
There’s just a small valve on my complaining vent.
So if we’ve met and I’ve moaned, at least your aware,
For those I’ve yet to meet, you’ve a chance to prepare.
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