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.