text: We are the grapes of wrath
  Well 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
  Theres no escape from cranky grapes
  We are the grapes of wrath
  Im Ma!
  Im Pa!
  This is our brood
  Were grumpy and we know it
  Thats Tom and Rosey
  Theyre both rude!
  And not afraid to show it!
  Were not the folks youd like to meet
  We bicker by the hour
  While other grapes are nice and sweet
  Were 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 were the
  Grapes of wrath
  So stay out of our path
  Theres no escape from cranky grapes
  We are the grapes of wrath
  Theres no escape from cranky grapes
  We are the grapes of wrath