Get Over It Songtext
von The Beagles
Get Over It Songtext
I turn on the tube what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin′ don't blame me
They point their crooked little fingers everybody else
Spend all their time feelin′ sorry for themselves
Victim of this victim of that
Your momma's too thin and your daddy's too fat
Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin′ cryin′ 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
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...
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah you drag it around like a ball and chain
Wallow in the guilt wallow in the pain
Wave it like a flag wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter bringin′ everybody down
Complain about the present blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child kick its little ass
Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin′ and moanin' 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
A whole lotta people cryin′ don't blame me
They point their crooked little fingers everybody else
Spend all their time feelin′ sorry for themselves
Victim of this victim of that
Your momma's too thin and your daddy's too fat
Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin′ cryin′ 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
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...
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah you drag it around like a ball and chain
Wallow in the guilt wallow in the pain
Wave it like a flag wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter bringin′ everybody down
Complain about the present blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child kick its little ass
Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin′ and moanin' 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
Writer(s): Glenn Lewis Frey, Donald Hugh Henley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com