I turn on the tube and what do I see 
A whole lotta people cryin` Don`t blame me 
They point their crooked little fingers ar everybody else 
Spend all their time feelin` sorry for themselves 
Victim of this, victim of that 
Your momma`s too thin; your daddy`s too fat 
Get over it 
Get over it 
All this whinin` and cryin` and pitchin` a fit 
Get over it, get over it 
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, Old Billy was right 
Let`s kill all the lawyers, kill `em tonight 
You don`t want to work, you want to live like a king 
But the big, bad world doesn`t owe you a thing 
Get over it 
Get over it 
If you don`t want to play, then you might as well split 
Get over it, Get over it 
It`s like going to confession every time I hear you speak 
You`re makin` the most of your losin` streak 
Some call it sick, but I call it weak 
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 
Complain about the present and blame it on the past 
I`d like to find your inner child and kick its little ass 
Get over it 
Get over it 
All this bitchin` and moanin` and pitchin` a fit 
Get over it, get over it 
Get over it 
Get over it 
It`s gotta stop sometime, so why don`t you quit 
Get over it, get over it