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, every day She throws the want ads right my way And never fails to say Get a job Sha na na na, sha na na na na Get a job Sha na na na, sha na 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.