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Lot of knots, lot of snags, |
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lot of holes, lot of cracks lot of crags. Lot of naggin' old hags, |
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lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags. |
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Oh it's such a drag, what a chore... oh your wounds are full of salt. |
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Everything's a stress and what's more, well it's all somebody's fault. |
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(Hey!) Get, get, get, get, get over it! |
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[x3] |
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Get over it, get over it. |
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Makes you sick, makes you ill, |
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makes you cheat, slipping change from the till. |
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Had it up to the gills... makes you cry while |
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the milk still spills. Ain't it just a bitch? What a pain... |
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Well it's all a crying shame. What |
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left to do but complain? Better find someone to blame. |
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(Hey!) Get, get, get, get, get over it! |
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[x3] |
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Get over it, get over it. |
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Got a job, got a life, got a four-door and a faithless wife. |
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Got those nice copper pipes, got an ex, got a room for the night. |
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Aren't you such a catch? |
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What a prize! Got a body like a battle |
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axe... Love that perfect frown, honest eyes... |
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We ought to buy you a Cadillac. |
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(Hey!) Get, get, get, get, get over it! |
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[x3] |
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Get over it, get over it. |
