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 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 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 over it!