-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

Oh 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

Oh

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

Hey!

Get, get, get, get, get over it

Hey!

Get, get, get, get, get over it

Get over it, get over it

Oh

[ping-pong ball bouncing]

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

Oh