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!
Make you sick, make 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? You 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!
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 battleaxe
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 over it), get, get, get, get, get over it!
Hey! (Get over it), get, get, get, get, get over it!
Hey! (Get over it), get, get, get, get, get over it!
Get over it, get over it! Oh!