-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