We are sick and tired, we’re sick and tired
Of a member of the clergy accepting free cups of tea
There’s so much work to be done here at this jumble
His face is full of biscuits like it’s some kind of jamboree
Nothing seems to satisfy, finding fault in everything
Happy to externalise than accept what lies within
He is sick and tired, he’s sick and tired
Of the unsightly nature of his next door neighbour’s place
Stray branches, grass clippings left all over
He says hе’s bone idle, but nevеr to his face
Nothing seems to satisfy, finding fault in everything
Happy to externalise than accept what lies within
She is sick and tired, she’s sick and tired
Of the sound of the doorbell, it’s ringing all the time
It can wake her from her afternoon slumber
Although the deliveries were the ones she placed online
They are sick and tired, they're sick and tired
Of the new management and the way they run this place
Used to be quite a quiet little restaurant
Now it’s full of kids, they’re flicking food and smashing plates
Nothing seems to satisfy, finding fault in everything
Happy to externalise than accept what lies within
You are sick and tired, you’re sick and tired
Of the sight the homeless buh-buh-buh-begging round your door
Every time I feed them a little loose change
It just encourages them to hang out all the more
Nothing seems to satisfy, finding fault in everything
Happy to externalise than accept what lies within
Of a member of the clergy accepting free cups of tea
There’s so much work to be done here at this jumble
His face is full of biscuits like it’s some kind of jamboree
Nothing seems to satisfy, finding fault in everything
Happy to externalise than accept what lies within
He is sick and tired, he’s sick and tired
Of the unsightly nature of his next door neighbour’s place
Stray branches, grass clippings left all over
He says hе’s bone idle, but nevеr to his face
Nothing seems to satisfy, finding fault in everything
Happy to externalise than accept what lies within
She is sick and tired, she’s sick and tired
Of the sound of the doorbell, it’s ringing all the time
It can wake her from her afternoon slumber
Although the deliveries were the ones she placed online
They are sick and tired, they're sick and tired
Of the new management and the way they run this place
Used to be quite a quiet little restaurant
Now it’s full of kids, they’re flicking food and smashing plates
Nothing seems to satisfy, finding fault in everything
Happy to externalise than accept what lies within
You are sick and tired, you’re sick and tired
Of the sight the homeless buh-buh-buh-begging round your door
Every time I feed them a little loose change
It just encourages them to hang out all the more
Nothing seems to satisfy, finding fault in everything
Happy to externalise than accept what lies within
( Micko & the Mellotronics )
www.ChordsAZ.com