Thankless Bastard Songtext
von Pat McCurdy

There was an English guy with two last names
In the cubicle next to me
He was a snotty English guy with a tweed over coat
And an air of superiority
I said "We bailed out your ass in World War II
If not for us you can bet that you
Would not be raising your whiney voice
You′d be goose steppin' baby
And spechen ze deutch."

He was a thankless bastard
Yes he was
He was a thankless bastard
Just because


A couple days went by and I came upon a guy
Who was chokin on a piece of meat
Well I grabbed his chest and I gave it a squeeze
And he spit it out at my feet
Well I saved his life but I broke his rib
And I stood there proud in my lobster bib
He was nice at first then he changed his tune
He said you′ll be hearing from my lawyer soon

He was a thankless bastard
Don't know why
He was a thankless bastard
My oh my

And I sing la la la la la la la
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Now I've sung my songs and I′ve sung ′em pretty well
And I've sung ′em straight from my heart
And I'm standing here exposed to the world
Waiting for applause to start
So what in hell is wrong with you
You′re not doin' what you′re s'posed to do
I haven't heard a peep out of you yet
If this is all the thanks I get


You′re all thankless bastards
Yes you are
You′re all thankless bastards
So far
You're all thankless bastards
Are you nuts
You′re all thankless bastards
Thanks a lot
Thanks a lot
Thanks a lot