OK Go - Get Over It lyrics
[OK Go - Get Over It lyrics]
Lot of knots, lot of snags
Lot of holes, lot of cracks, lot of crags
Lot of nagging old hags
Lot of fools, lot of fool scumbags
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!
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
Get over it, get over it, Oh!
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!
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
Get over it, get over it, Oh!
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 battleaxe
Love that perfect frown, honest eyes
We ought to buy you a Cadillac
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
(Hey! Get over it) Get, get, get, get
Get over it!
(Hey! Get over it) Get, get, get, get
Get over it!
(Hey! Get over it) Get, get, get, get
Get over it! Get over it, get over it, Oh!
Lot of holes, lot of cracks, lot of crags
Lot of nagging old hags
Lot of fools, lot of fool scumbags
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!
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
Get over it, get over it, Oh!
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!
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
Get over it, get over it, Oh!
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 battleaxe
Love that perfect frown, honest eyes
We ought to buy you a Cadillac
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
(Hey) Get, get, get, get, get over it!
(Hey! Get over it) Get, get, get, get
Get over it!
(Hey! Get over it) Get, get, get, get
Get over it!
(Hey! Get over it) Get, get, get, get
Get over it! Get over it, get over it, Oh!