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! 
 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? Win'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! 
 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! 
 Get over, get over it.