Lyrics

Get A Real Job
Cynthia L. Slee, BMI

Way back when I had this feeling
A fire burning deep inside
My mind always preoccupied
Getting me all wild eyed totally electrified Day-dreamin

I saw the world through young girl's eyes
Swore that I could be a star
Just strumming' on my old guitar
Rockin' out like Benatar in some back alley bar reeling

It was in my D.N.A.
All I wanted was to play
But Here's what my momma had to say

Get a real job!
one that pays you well
Get a real Job
Quit that rebel yell
You can't make a livin' picking' and grinnin'
Get a real job

Off to school became a nurse
Paid me well. but was no cure
The music bug bit me good
Itching and scratchin' like a good bug should

It was in my D.N.A.
All I wanted was to play
But Here's what my momma had to say

Get a real job!
one that pays you well
Get a real Job
Quit that rebel yell
You can't make a livin' picking' and grinnin'
Get a real job