Roger's on the radio
I might give him a ring,
people moaning every day
about any bloody thing,

The colour of our wheelie bins
the prices in the shops
asylum seekers noisey kids
the moaning never stops.

Council tax and house repairs
junk mail, phone calls too,
traffic wardens sneaking round
booking me and you

Why don't we have a good phone day
when moaning's not allowed,
praising all thats good in life
and why were scouse and proud

Phone in for the good kids
lets give them a shout,
all our helpful neighbours
there's lots of them about.

Those happy shop assistants
who help you pack you bag,
jolly policemen singing milkmen
wives that never nag.

Lets hear it for the binmen
and the posties too,
to all that do the thankless jobs
that others wouldn't do

So lets just have one phone in
one that no-one ever moans in,
lets remove the frown for a while
and replace it with a great big smile.