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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Zion I & the Grouch Are Heroes in the City of Dope (Zion I) · Oscar's Grouch Jamboree (Sesame Street) · Bah Humbug!: Christmas Songs for Grouch & Grinch (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · A Few of Our Favorites on Stage (Ferrante & Teicher) – and 66 other albums »


[The Grouch] 
Now if you put me through any time of need 
I'm sure I'll call for help indeed 
Daily I stay silent, thinking thoughts at lightening
flags up, yes sir
You a burr that don't mean you dress fly
A lot of people hittin' on me, mad to see me on
You grouch, Oscar, Academy Award
I can play
Shelter the homeless few

Standing in line for soup and bread
Hoping tonight the downtown mission has a bed
Dreaming about the home they thought they'd
few exceptions
True direction comes from inside the mind
And everything else is just accessories
That is my recipe for life, invest in me
I want my lady
few exceptions
True direction comes from inside the mind
And everything else is just accessories
That is my recipe for life, invest in me
I want my lady
to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this
I was sittin' in a truckstop
Watchin' tumbleweeds roll by
Tryin' to read the menu
When the waitress caught my eye
She pulled a pencil from her
feel that strong anymore
As before, before.

My heart was covered in colors
My world was full of flowers
A day for a few few few few hours
I lost
I was sittin' in a truckstop
Watchin' tumbleweeds roll by
Tryin' to read the menu
When the waitress caught my eye
She pulled a pencil from her
[Grouch]
What are you?
I'm just a simple man
I like pretty things
I'm a simple man, really
I'm just a simple man
I like pretty things; I like
Robins and roses, and maybe a tree
A few morning glories, a cottage two story's high

Robins and roses, and your love for me
To live on forever,
"The Road of the Righteous" 
By God I'm sure I'll see some more "Go Their Blessed Way." 

I've seen a few men go "The Road of the Righteous"
Robins and roses, and maybe a tree
A few morning glories, a cottage two stories high

Robins and roses, and your love for me
To live on forever,
home,
For the old Kentucky home far away. 

They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,
On meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by
then you can call me crazy
For now, raise me up in your headphones
What the fuck?  GROUCH!
Another nut..

Never waste my life, don't recommend you do
home,
For the old Kentucky home far away. 

They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,
On meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by
not believe in come what may
Everything we fought for was in vain they say
Even when called upon to throw our lives away

We have been captured by
moments were left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
There's wind in our hair
And there's water in our shoes
Honey, it's been
Be faithful over a few things
And I will make you ruler over many
For your labor is not in vain
I will hear you when you call out My Name
Just be
darling,
When you needed me by your side, 
But when I was gone and you were home all alone,
Why did you have to run and hide?

Few and far between now
home,
For the old Kentucky home far away. 

They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,
On meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by
Looking out across the next few days
I can see, nothing
Looking out across the next few year
I can see, they're gonna go by fast
Looking out
[The Grouch]
It's natural, actual, factual..
It's natural, actual, factual.. whoa..

Now maybe it was justice, to have just us ripping you
Sipping
I'm gone 'cause I'm stuck off a Zone
I'm Half baked like the Guy on the couch
I don't get high on my grouch
So I puff on my line and be out
I call
started loving you again

What a fool I was to think I could get by
With only these few million tears I cried
I should have known the worst was yet