Get over it!

Lot a knots, lot a snags,

lot a holes, lot a cracks, lot a crags,

lot a naggin' old hags.

Lot a fools, lot a 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.

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?

Better find someone to blame.

HEY!

Get get get get get over it!!

Nicely said Ok Go (=