Get a Job - The Mills Brothers

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Get a job, sha la la la la, sha la la la la Every morning about this time

She gets me out of my bed

A crying for a job

After breakfast everyday

She throws the wanted ads my way

And never said get a job

Well, when I get the papers

I read it through and through

And my girl never fails to say

Then I get back to the house

Hear that woman’s mouth

Preaching and a crying

Telling me that I’m lying

'Bout a job that I never would find

Well, when I get the papers

I read it through and through

And my girl never fails to say

If there is any work for me Then I get back to the house

Hear that woman’s mouth

Preaching and a crying

Telling me that I’m lying

'Bout a job that I never would find

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A job (sha la la la la…)

Get a job (sha la la la la…)