"You need a bath and your clothes are wrong
You're not my type, I can tell we wouldn't get along"
But I'm afraid of what my friends might say"
Everybody I meet thinks I'm alright
(Put in my song)
A racing form, maybe, maybe I'll make some bets
I know a guy, lives in Los Angeles
Bought some mags on my way home
I'd had enough, I couldn't take it anymore
Should change my name, get a new face
For later on, you know, when I'm all alone
There's something I've been meaning to say to you
Get a life
There's something I've been meaning to say to you
Sometimes his life there makes me so jealous
Songwriter: Brendan Benson
Sleep all day, stay up all night
Get a life put it in my song
I'd like to move out of this place
I just laughed, what else could I do?
I've run out of gas and I'm stuck like glue
A bottle of wine and some cigarettes
(Put in your song)
I've run out of gas and I'm stuck like glue
"Get a life, put it in your song”
So I turned and I ran straight for the door
I asked her go to with me and no one else
I'd like to move out of this place
Should change my name, maybe get a new face
Publisher: GLADSAD MUSIC
Just then her friend chimed in, singin', “Get a clue"
And she said, "I'd really like to see you every day
Met a girl, introduced myself, yeah