Verse: B F# E A-Bb
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
Everything's a stress and what's more
well it's all somebody's fault
Chorus: D F#(quick) G A
Ends on G F#
Hey Get over it
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 over it
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 over it