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I was a rebel from the day I left school Grew my hair long and broke all the rules I'd sit and listen to my records all day With big ambitions of when I could play My parents taught me what life was about So I grew up the type they'd warn me about They said my friends were just an unruly mob And I should, get a haircut and get a real job Get a haircut and get a real job Clean your act up and don't be a slob Get it together like your big brother Bob Why don't you, get a haircut and get a real job? I even tried that nine to five scene I told myself that it was all a bad dream I found a band and some good songs to play Now I party all night, I sleep all day I met this chick, she was my number one fan She took me home to meet her mommy and dad They took one look at me and said, "oh my god! Get a haircut and get a real job!" Get a haircut and get a real job Clean your act up and don't be a slob Get it together like your big brother Bob Why don't you, get a haircut and get a real job? (Get a real job) (Why don't you get a real job?) (Get a real job) (Why don't you get a real -) I hit the big-time with my rock and roll band The future's brighter now than I'd ever plan I'm ten times richer than my big brother Bob But, he's got a haircut, and he's got a real job Get a haircut and get a real job Clean your act up and don't be a slob Get it together like your big brother Bob Why don't you, get a haircut and get a real job? (Get a real job) (Why don't you get a real job?) (Get a real job) (Why don't you get a real -)
Writer(s): David John Avery, William Birch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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