A Girl Can't Grumble

by Clive James and Pete Atkin

A girl can't complain
I went into this knowing what I was at
And took a tumble
A girl can't grumble
I haven't the voice for that

Those castles in Spain
They're brave for a while with the flags of your dreams
And then they crumble
A girl can't grumble
It just isn't done it seems

When there wasn't that much to begin with
There isn't that much to contend with
In facing the fact that you end with
Less than you ever went in with

A handful of rain
You can hold for a while if you keep your hand small
And then you fumble
A girl can't grumble
I haven't the voice the desire or the choice at all