Get over It and Move On - Graham Parker

I’ve been drinking strychnine and I’ve dined on plastic combs

Celebrities removed my teeth and made me clean their homes

I’ve seen operations that would chill you to the bones

I’ve been charged with homicide for killing garden gnomes

Lethal spirochaetes of poison rifle through my blood

Little bombs of toxin are exploding in my gut

A girl without an umbrella relaxes in the rain

She smiled and then she broke my legs I’ll never walk again

I gotta get over it and move on Get over it and move on

I gotta get over it and move on Get over it and move on

Move on move on

The police hauled me downtown the barber shaved me bald

I woke up in a cardboard box wet and freezing cold

The hound dogs ate my leftovers and my penicillin mould

Now I keep my mouth shut and do just what I’m told

Authorities removed my carpets and repossessed my bed

Then the milkman stripped my roof of every ounce of lead

The pop machine has new agendas now Gangsta’s girls and jerks

They call it entertainment.

That’s the way it works