Get a Handle on It Songtext
von The Getaway People
Get a Handle on It Songtext
Walkin′ down the road, tryin' to lose my load
Chick walks up to me and says "Man I feel so cold!"
Do I have to shout, get your sad ass out!
Freaks like you just make me sick, you leave me with no doubt
Dada′s always drunk, he's a piece of junk
Beatin' up on his girl, actin′ like a punk
Dada′s always broke, can't afford the coke
The alcohol will choke, He′s a freakin' joke!
Get a handle on it
Jimmy′s gone to school, he had to keep his cool
Couldn't make the grade, they said he was a fool
Jimmy pulls his piece, "Everybody freeze!"
Miss Spencer tried to cool him down 1-2-trigger squeeze
Jimmy′s in the jam, why, thank you Uncle Sam
You f**ked up my life, I take the blame, Oh my oh what a shame
"Wasted, that's what I am," Jimmy started to think
If this is what it takes to be a man, it f**kin' stinks
Get a handle on it
Jenny′s gone to work, her boss is such a jerk
Pattin′ Jenny on the butt he treats her like a perk
Jenny screams aloud, I may be well endowed
But you don't know y′right from wrong, you know that ain't allowed
Jenny′s lost her job, just to execute a slob
Standin' up for her rights, it′s "goodnight" Mr. Bob
The court was "fair and square," Jenny combs her hair
Everybody, step aside -- electric chair
Get a handle on it
Chick walks up to me and says "Man I feel so cold!"
Do I have to shout, get your sad ass out!
Freaks like you just make me sick, you leave me with no doubt
Dada′s always drunk, he's a piece of junk
Beatin' up on his girl, actin′ like a punk
Dada′s always broke, can't afford the coke
The alcohol will choke, He′s a freakin' joke!
Get a handle on it
Jimmy′s gone to school, he had to keep his cool
Couldn't make the grade, they said he was a fool
Jimmy pulls his piece, "Everybody freeze!"
Miss Spencer tried to cool him down 1-2-trigger squeeze
Jimmy′s in the jam, why, thank you Uncle Sam
You f**ked up my life, I take the blame, Oh my oh what a shame
"Wasted, that's what I am," Jimmy started to think
If this is what it takes to be a man, it f**kin' stinks
Get a handle on it
Jenny′s gone to work, her boss is such a jerk
Pattin′ Jenny on the butt he treats her like a perk
Jenny screams aloud, I may be well endowed
But you don't know y′right from wrong, you know that ain't allowed
Jenny′s lost her job, just to execute a slob
Standin' up for her rights, it′s "goodnight" Mr. Bob
The court was "fair and square," Jenny combs her hair
Everybody, step aside -- electric chair
Get a handle on it
Writer(s): Boots, Sandnes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com