Lot of knots, lot of snags
lot of holes, lot of cracks, lot of crags
Lot of naggin' old hags
lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags
Oh it's such a drag! what a chore...
all your wounds are full of salt
Everything's a stress and what's more
well it's all somebody's fault

Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Get over it, Get over it, ohh

Makes you sick, makes you ill
makes you cheat, slipping change from the till
Had it up to the gills... makes you cry
while the milk still spills
Ain't it just a bitch? What a pain...
Well it's all a crying shame.
What left to do but complain?
Better find someone to blame

Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
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Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Get over it, Get over it, oh

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Got a job, got a life
got a four-door and a faithless wife
Got those nice copper pipes
got an ex, got a room for the night
Aren't you such a catch? What a prize
Got a body like a battle axe...
Love that perfect frown, honest eyes...
We ought to buy you a Cadillac

Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it

Get over it, Get over it, ohhhh