We Are The Grapes Of Wrath

We are the grapes of wrath We'll never take a bath It is our style to seldom smile And never laugh We are the grapes of wrath So stay out of our path There's no escape from cranky grapes We are the grapes of wrath I'm Ma, I'm Pa, this is our brood We're grumpy and we know it That's Tom and Rosey They're both rude and not afraid to show it We're not the folks you'd like to meet We bicker by the hour While other grapes are nice and sweet We're really rather sour As we go driving by I may spit in your eye Or throw a snake in your milkshake To make you cry 'Cause we're the grapes of wrath So stay out of our path There's no escape from cranky grapes We are the grapes of wrath There's no escape from cranky grapes We are the grapes of wrath