I turn on the tube and what do I see

A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me"

They point their crooked little fingers at everbody else

spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves

Victim of this, victim of that

Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat



Get over it

Get over it

All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit

Get over it, get over it



You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash

But you might feel better if they gave you some cash

The more I think about it, Old Billy was right

Let's kill all the lawyers - kill 'em tonight

You don't want to work; you want to live like a king

But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing



Get over it

Get over it

If you don't want to play, then you might as well split

Get over it, get over it



It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak

You're makin' the most of your losin' streak

Some call it sick, but I call it weak



You drag it around like a ball and chain

You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain

You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown

Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down

Complain about the present and blame it on the past

I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass



Get over it

Get over it

All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit

Get over it, get over it



Get over it

Get over it

It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit

Get over it, get over it



Get over it