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