Standing on a corner Frozen to the bone You have to make a living But you'd rather be at home Your eyes are getting heavy, But still you must 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 fingertips Because they're frozen to the bone But still you drive a hack Or push a hotdog cart Now it's too late for you To get a real job