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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 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 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 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 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 Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Get over it |
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Well I'm standin' here, looking at you.
What do I see? I'm lookin' straight through It's so sad When you're young to be told But, you're havin' fun So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor Oh, that music's lost its taste So try another flavor Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Oh, when I'm standin' here, what do I see? A big nothing, threatening me It's so sad When you're young to be told But you're havin' fun So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor Oh, that music's lost its taste So try another flavor Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Don't tread on an ant, he's done nothin' to you. There might come a day When he's treadin' on you Don't tread on ant, you'll end up black and blue Oh, cut off his head, legs come lookin' for you So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor Oh, that music's lost its taste So try another flavor Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music! (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music... Oh, unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor The music's lost its taste So try another flavor... Ant Music |
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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 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 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 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 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 Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Get over it |
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