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  Or maybe have a stroke  You cannot feel your finger tips  Because some veins have closed  But still you drive a hack  Or push a hotdog cart  Now it's too late for you  To get a real job