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, 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, 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 ought to buy you a Cadillac

(Hey!) Get, get, get, get, get over it! [x3]
Get over, get over it