Get Over It

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 scumbags

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 battle axe

Love that perfect frown, honest eyes

We oughta 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