Some folk are greatly troubled
With their monthly doctor bill.
Some folk are always troubled
‘Cause their family’s always ill.
You can hear a woeful story
From the man who can’t find work,
And likewise from the fellow
Who has duties he can’t shirk.
There are those who can’t go fishin’,
There are those who can’t play ball.
There are those who can’t go swimmin’,
Can’t do anything at all.
You can find a man who’s bitter
‘Cause his anniversary’s nigh,
And constantly complainin’
‘Cause a gift he has to buy.
There are those who do not like it
If the sun each day doth shine,
There are those who do not like it
If it’s rainin’ all the time.
The grocer doesn’t like it
If the price of food is down.
But not so with the consumer,
It’s the other way around.
There are those who do not like it
If the weather’s dry, you bet.
There are those who do not like it
If the weather’s always wet.
There are many, many reasons
Why a man will sit and growl,
But my main source of trouble
Is my elder brother, Hal.
I don’t do a lot of gripin’
If my cupboard I find bare.
I don’t sit around and worry
‘Cause my clothes ain’t fit to wear.
It constitutes no problem
If I can’t afford a hat,
Or if my socks are toeless,
‘Cause people can’t see that.
Then I ask myself the question:
“What’s wrong with you, old Pal?”
I answer, “I’d be happy
If I’d only hear from Hal.”