Mod - Get A Real Job lyrics

Standing on a corner

Frozen to the bone

You have to make a living

But you'd rather be at home

Your eyes start getting heavy

Still you forge on

Wake up and face the world

And get a real job

Get a real job

You get a little older

Your bones are brittle and weak

Dizzy in the morning

Your pulse is sounding weak

You hate to go to work

Just living for a job

Wake up and smell the coffee

And get a real job

Get a real job

Get a real job

Get a real job

Get a real job

Soon you will retire

Or maybe have a stroke

You cannot feel your finger tips

Because some veins have closed

But still you drive a hack

Or push a hot dog cart

Now it's too late for you

To get a real job