[Verse]
And nothing in the world is perfect, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear

[Chorus]
Complaints, it's my department
Complaints, it's my department
Everything you wear's too tight
And clashes with the candlelight
Just give it back, no questions asked!

[Verse]
And nothing in the world is perfect, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear

[Chorus]
Complaints, stereophonic
Complaints, well it's ironic
How they chatter, how they bore us
Like some avant-gardeish chorus
Just give it back, no questions asked!

[Bridge]
I'll dive off the mezzanine
If one more points at crooked seams
A sign of shoddy workmanship
Of Asiatic hands that slipped
Just give it back, no questions asked!
[Verse]
And nothing in the world is perfect, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear

[Chorus]
Complaints, there's too many hours
Complaints, the bosses cower
Two weeks free from all complaining
It was due to our complaining
Take her to Spain and hear her complain!

[Bridge]
And now she says she is expecting
That's my fault for not protecting
Her from all the risks of passion
She's complaining, she's old-fashioned
Just give it back, no questions asked!

[Guitar Solo]

[Outro]
Complaints
Complaints
Complaints, it's my department
Complaints, it's my department
Complaints, stereophonic
Complaints, well it's ironic
Complaints, there's too many hours
Complaints, the bosses cower
Complaints, it's my department
Complaints, it's my department
Complaints, stereophonic
Complaints, well it's ironic
Complaints, there's too many hours
Complaints, the bosses cower