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. I'm Ma! I'm Pa! This is our brood. We're grumpy and we know it. That's Tom and Rosey They're both rude! And not afraid to show it! We're not the folks you'd like to meet We bicker by the hour While other grapes are nice and sweet We're 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 we're the 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.