Grapes: We are the grapes of wrath

We'll 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

There's no escape from cranky grapes

We are the grapes of wrath.

Ma Grape: I'm Ma!

Pa Grape: I'm Pa!

Ma Grape: This is our brood.

Pa Grape: We're grumpy and we know it.

Ma Grape: That's Tom and Rosy

Pa Grape: They're both rude!

Ma and Pa: And not afraid to show it!

Tom and Rosy Grape: We're not the folks you'd like to meet

We bicker by the hour

Tom Grape: While other grapes are nice and sweet

Rosy Grape: We're really rather sour!

All: As we go driving by

Tom Grape: I might spit in your eye!

Rosy Grape: Or throw a snake in your milkshake

To make you cry

Pa Grape: 'Cause we're the--

All: Grapes of wrath!

So stay out of our path

There's no escape from cranky grapes

We are the grapes of wrath

There's no escape from cranky grapes

We are the grapes of wrath