What left to do but complain?
Ain't it just a bitch?
Aren't you such a catch?
What a pain, well, it's all a crying shame
Lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags
Makes you cheat, slipping change from the till
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
Had it up to the gills
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
Get over it, get over it, oh
Get over it, get over it, oh
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
Lot of naggin' old hags
(Get over it)
You better find someone to blame
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
Every thing's a stress and what's more
We ought to buy you a Cadillac
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
Oh, it's such a drag, what a chore
Got a room for the night
Well, it's all somebody's fault
Got those nice copper pipes, got an ex
Make you sick, make you ill
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
Got a job, got a life
(Get over it)
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
Love that perfect frown, honest eyes
(Get over it)
Makes you cry while the milk still spills
What a prize, got a body like a battle axe
Oh, your wounds are full of salt
Got a four door and a faithless wife
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
