Get Over It And Move On

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

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
 
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

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

by Graham Parker, from the album Acid Bubblegum.

File under Stuff That Don't Fit Anywhere Else.

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