All of his accusations
Are just confessions
Their nothing but projections
But he has a need to try
And then comes the night:

In Grump’s midnight confessions
When he admits to himself he’s guilty
In Grump’s midnight confessions
When he tells all the squirrels he is silly
He’s silly

There's a gold hair piece he wears on his head
To make him look a bit better
He tries like a bitch to wine and dine
He’s wasting his time

Lying throughout the daytime
Falsehoods is where he shines
Truth is so far from him
Hey, but then comes the night
He sees a glimmer of light:

In Grump’s midnight confessions
When he admits to himself he’s scummy
In Grump’s midnight confessions
When he admits to girls he needs money
He needs money

There's orange makeup he wears on his face
To help him find his place
He’s overweight but still he tries
He’s wasting his time

In Grump’s midnight confessions
When he admits to himself he’s grifty
In Grump’s midnight confessions
How he hopes he was still fifty