v.1
^EI turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me!"
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
^AVictims of this, victims of that
^B7Your momma's too thin and your daddy's too fat

Chorus:
Get o^Ever it, get ^Gover it
^AAll this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin a fit
Get ^Eover it, get over it

Instr. Brk [Ch]

v.2
You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, ol' Billy was right
Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight
You don't wanna work, you wanna live like a king
But the big bad world doesn't owe you a thing

Rpt. Ch.
[alt] If you don't wanna play you might as well split

Instr. Brk

Refrain:
It's like ^Dgoin' to confession every time I hear you ^Espeak
You're ^Dmakin' the most of your losin' streak
^B7Some call it sick, I call it weak
Yeah yeah yeah

v.3
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt, you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter bringin' everybody down
Bitch about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick it's little ass

Rpt. Ch. [2t]
[alt:] All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
[alt:] It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit