There's gotta be something better than this
There's gotta be something better to do
And when I find me something better to do
I'm gonna get up
I'm gonna get out
I'm gonna get up, get out, and do it

There's gotta be some respectable trade
There's gotta be something easy to learn
And if I find me something a half-wit can learn
I'm gonna get up
I'm gonna get out
I'm gonna get up, get out, and learn it

All these jokers
How I hate them
With their
Groping
Grabbing
Clutching
Clinching
Strangling
Handling
Fumbling
Pinching
Phooey

There's gotta be some life cleaner than this
There's gotta be some good reason to live
And when I find me some kind of life I can live
I'm gonna get up
I'm gonna get out
I'm gonna get up, get out, and live it
Right

I got it, I got it
I'm gonna be a receptionist in one of those glass office buildings
Lever Brothers, no, no, no, Seagrams
Nine to five, I'm gonna have my very own typewriter
Underwood, and water cooling and office parties
And coffee breaks

When I sit on my desk on the forty-first floor
In my copy of a copy of a copy of Dior
I'll receive big tycoons
And I'll point to a chair
I'll say: honey, what you're waiting?
How would you like to put it down over there?
Woo-hoo

There's gotta be something better than this
There's gotta be something better to do
And when I find me something better to do
I'm gonna get up, I'm gonna get out
I'm gonna get up, get out and do it

Me too
I'm gonna get outta here and go right to the top
And I'm gonna be a hat check girl
At Sardi's East
And I'll wear one of them fine little black numbers
You know, cut up to here and down to there
Ooooh, and all those hats coming in
Dirbies, humbirds
Ooooh, and that cute little checked number
With that skinny brim and a feather
Check your hat, sir
Check your coat, sir
Check your vest, sir
Check your pants
Check your socks, sir
Check your shoes, sir
I can hold them while you dance
Check your eyes, sir
Check your ears, sir
Check and see if you are free
How about it after hours
I'll check you and you'll check me
Woo-hoo

Me too, what?
I'm gonna get out too
But, baby, what would you do?
I don't know
But just get me out of here and I'll figure out later
There's gotta be some life cleaner than this
There's gotta be some good reason to live
And when I find me some kind of life I can live
I'm gonna get up
I'm gonna get out
I'm gonna get up, get out, and live it

La la la la
La la la la
La la la, la
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la la la la la la

And when I find me some kind of life I can live
I'm gonna get up (you hear it baby, oh yeah)
I'm gonna get out (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm gonna get up, get out and live
Live it

Copyright: WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Writer(s): Cy Coleman, Dorothy Fields