Standing on a corner
Frozen to the bone
You have to make a living
But you'd rather be at home
Your eyes are getting heavy,
But still you must 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 fingertips
Because they're frozen to the bone
But still you drive a hack
Or push a hotdog cart
Now it's too late for you
To get a real job