Get a job   Sha na na na, sha na na na na      Every morning about this time   She get me out of my bed   A-crying get a job   After breakfast, everyday   She throws the want ads right my way   And never fails to say      Get a job   Sha na na na      And when I get the paper   I read it through and through   And my girl never fails to say   If there is any work for me   And when I go back to the house   I hear the woman's mouth   Preaching and a-crying   Tell me that I'm lying 'bout a job   That I never could find      Sha na na na, sha na na na na   Get a job   Sha na na na, sha na na na na