What have you got to smile about?
The worlds such a dreadful place!
Things will go to the bad, no doubt,
So just wipe that grin off your face!
I don’t know why you’re so cheerful.
There’s nothing to make you glad.
I’m really more than fearful,
That you’re going completely mad!
That’s what they said when they saw me
With my irritating grin
They think that I should be grumpy
Seeing the state that I’m in!
So I thought I might try moaning
It would make a bit of a change
So I practiced hard at me groaning
For anyone within range
I creaked and complained with vigour
Then I whined and squealed for a bit
I did not smile nor snigger
I was getting quite good at it!
Oh dear! I said , ‘Tis awful
I really feels like the dregs
It shouldn’t oughta be lawful
To suffer like this with me legs!
Well I didn’t find it easy
Being a cheerless soul
It made me feel a bit queasy
Playing a dismal role
But I didn’t feel I could relent
So I kept it up ‘til dinner
Me mates said if moaning was a track event,
I’d surely be a winner.
Well by the time the tea comes round
They’d all had quite enough
Me smiles annoyed ‘em I’ll be bound
But the groaning was just too tough!
So now I’m laughing every day
And I’m hardly ever tearful
Although in the mornings, people say
You’re just too b***** cheerful!