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 where I could playMy parents taught me what life was about
So I grew up the type they warned me about
They said my friends were just an unruly mob
And I should get a haircut and get a real jobGet 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 jobI 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
And now I party all night, I sleep all dayI 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 jobGet 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 jobGet a real job, why don't you get a real job
Get a real job, why don't you get a real jobI hit the big time with my rock 'n' roll band
The future's brighter now than I'd ever planned
I'm ten times richer than my big brother Bob
But he, he's got a haircut he's got a real jobGet 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 jobGet a real job, why don't you get a real job
Get a real job, why don't you get a real job
Songwriters
WILLIAM BIRCH, DAVID JOHN AVERYPublished by
Lyrics © AMCOS (AUSTRALASIAN MECHANICAL COPYRIGHT OWNERS SOCIETY)