[Verse 1]
Do your dishes stink in your sink?
Is your vacuum cleaner bust?
Is your refrigerator on the blink?
Well, come on, whinger, sing along with us

[Chorus]
Whinge rock, whinge rock
Whinge rock, whinge rock
Whinge rock, whinge rock
Whinge rock, whinge rock

[Verse 2]
Are you suffering alienation (suffering)
Living in your ghetto-dwelling fringe? (woah-oh)
They say capitalism's a harsh cruel word (cruel word)
Come on, on all you pineheads, have a whinge

[Chorus]
Whinge rock, whinge rock
Dishes need washing and the drains are blocked
Whinge rock, whinge rock
I'm an artist but my floor ain't mopped

[Verse 3]
There's a song squawking on the radio (radio)
Someone's complaining about heartburn (woah-oh)
Or Sting has lost his copy of Jung (ho-ho-ho, woo-hoo-hoo)
Well, come on, listeners, now it's your turn, yeah
[Chorus]
Whinge rock, whinge rock
Dostoevsky knew it hurts to the marrow
Whinge rock, whinge rock
Stuck in a lane without a right turn arrow
Whinge rock, whinge rock
I'm late for work and the car won't start
Whinge rock, whinge rock
Think I'll turn my pain into art