(Get a job)

Every morning about this time, my baby's on me and she cryin'
About a job
At breakfast every day, she throws the want ads my way
She never fails to say, get yourself a job

(Get a job)

And when I read the paper, I read it through and through
And my girl never fails to see if there is any work for me
And when I get back to the house, I hear that woman's mouth
Preaching and a cryin', tellin' me I'm lyin' about a job
That I never could find

(Get a job)

And when I read the paper, I read it through and through
And my girl never fails to see if there is any work for me
And when I get back to the house I hear that woman's mouth
Preaching and a cryin', tellin' me I'm lyin' about a job
That I never could find

Walking on eggs
Sneaking in the back
(Get yourself a job)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): KIRK MILLER