Get over It (In the Style of Eagles) (Karaoke Version)

Get over It (In the Style of Eagles) (Demo Vocal Version) - ProSource Karaoke

I turn on the tube and what do I see

A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me"

They point their crooked little

Fingers at everybody else

Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves

Victim of this victim of that

Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat

Get over it

Get over it

All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit

Get over it get over it

You say you haven't been the same

Since you had your little crash

But you might feel better

If they gave you some cash

The more I think about it

Old Billy was right

Let's kill all the lawyers kill 'em tonight

You don't want to work;

You want to live like a king

But the big bad world

Doesn't owe you a thing

Get over it

Get over it

If you don't want to play

Then you might as well split

Get over it get over it

It's like going to confession

Every time I hear you speak

You're makin' the most of your losin' streak

Some call it sick but I call it weak

You drag it around like a ball and chain

You wallow in the guilt;

You wallow in the pain

You wave it like a flag

You wear it like a crown

Got your mind in the gutter

Bringin' everybody down

Complain about the present

And blame it on the past

I'd like to find your inner

Child and kick it's little ass

Get over it

Get over it

All this bitchin' and moanin'

And pitchin' a fit

Get over it get over it

Get over it

Get over it

It's gotta stop sometime

So why don't you quit

Get over it get over it

Get over it