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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