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! (x3)
Get over it! get over it! get over it!

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! (x3)
Get over it! get over it! get over it!

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 oughtta buy you a Cadillac.

Hey! Get get get get get over it! (x4)
Hey! *yeah* Get get get get get over it! (x3)
Get over it! get over it! get over it!