Teksty: OK Go. OK Go. Get Over It.

Lot of knots, lot of snags
Lot of holes, lot of cracks, lot of crags
Lot of naggin' old hags
Lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags

Oh, it's such a drag, what a chore
Oh, your wounds are full of salt
Every thing'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

Make you sick, make 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?
You 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 battle axe
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, get, get, get, get over it
(Get over it)
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
(Get over it)
Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it
(Get over it)
Get over it, get over it, oh