Lyrics:
Grouchy Bird
Grouchy Bird
You make the silliest sound
I have ever heard
Grouchy Bird
Grouchy Bird
You're too grouchy for me
Would you like something
Just watch and listen
Come on kids
If you're grouchy and you know it, just say yuck (yuck)
If you're grouchy and you know it, just say yuck (yuck)
no mo'
My grouchy hearted, mama
She's evil as a gal can be
Oh yeah, now, my grouchy hearted, mama
She's evil as a gal can be
The more I try to love
then nineteen
You do your best, oh count with some zest
So good counting, counting to nineteen
Ah! Ah! Ah!
He's a very grouchy grouch
You really
And whine about it to all hours of the night
You should be happy
Nobody wants to see you grouchy
Don't let the world make you nasty
You know that you should
prepare this
For why'all, oh well I got a story to tell
About a dude I met once, miserable as hell
How grouchy he was
And how slouchy he was
And when
But I'm a grouchy fat man
With a beer in my hand
Watching porn when the sun goes down
I am sorry for the things
That I have said
I became a monster
prepare this
For why'all, oh well I got a story to tell
About a dude I met once, miserable as hell
How grouchy he was
And how slouchy he was
And when
get grouchy
He can do it but I promise he not me
I be doin it I promise I'm not playin
And I keep a gun in my right hand
I'm a bad man
When she telling
well I got a story to tell
About a dude I met once, miserable as hell
How grouchy he was
And how slouchy he was
And when he talked, you'd smell his
well I got a story to tell
About a dude I met once, miserable as hell
How grouchy he was
And how slouchy he was
And when he talked, you'd smell his
got my mask on
Ouchy ouchy better call Doctor Fauci
There's some people feeling grouchy
Took the poke and feeling lousy
Even Oscar the grouchy
Teach
I walk around with a bounty
Probably why these niggas grouchy
Atl cooling in traffic
Remember I was serving the county
Most of my niggas be counting
slide on they block, we get to baking like a brownie (Gang)
I ain’t drop no dick off in a minute, that’s why my bitch grouchy (Ay, ay)
Say, when I get
sore
She worked around the corner
At a diner with a grouchy owner
And her boyfriends shady
Dates another girl named Katie
He loves her Definitely
TWO MULES PULL THIS WAGON
WRITER JOHNNY RUSSELL
Well you come home most every night as grouchy as can be
And start right in a pickin' on our little
successfully, ayy
Okay, beat his ass, that's necessity, ayy
When I'm up in these
Streets feel like Sesame, ayy
'Cause grouchy ass niggas, ain't testin' me
Ayy
woke up feeling grouchy he
Was grumpy as a bear!
He tried to find some niceness
But his niceness wasn't there
But quickly he remembered what to
Do when
These little rappers I can see them in my dash cam
I know they're grouchy like Oscar by the trash can
I'm on stage, you can sit in the crowd
I be up in
cheerful
Made my grouchy mother fearful
But I'm busy getting better all the time
(Me too)
We are busy getting better all the time
(All the time)
We're busy
These little rappers I can see
Them in my dash cam
I know they're grouchy like Oscar
By the trash can
I'm on stage, you can sit in the crowd
I be up in
into a monster
Grouchy
Gimme the Oscar
Hit you like vodka
Then screech off in a Mazda
He said yeah
You better come out with your hands up
We got
apostle
Pop shit
Preach the Gospel
Still I'm hostile
Sippin a deuce When possible
Turn into a monster
Grouchy
Gimme the Oscar
Hit you like vodka
hostile
Sippin a duece When possible
Turn into a monster
Grouchy
Gimme the Oscar
Hit you like vodka
Then screech off in a Mazda
He said yeah
You better
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