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I was a rebel from the day I left schoolGrew my hair long and broke all the rulesI'd sit and listen to my records all dayWith big ambitions of where I could playMy parents taught me what life was aboutSo I grew up the type they warned me aboutThey said my friends were just an unruly mobAnd I should get a haircut and get a real jobGet a haircut and get a real jobClean your act up and don't be a slobGet it together like your big brother bobWhy don't you get a haircut and get a real jobI even tried that 9 to 5 sceneI told myself that it was all a bad dreamI found a band and some good songs to playAnd now I party all night, I sleep all dayI met this chick she was my No.1 fanShe took me home to meet her mommy and dadThey took one look at me and said ("oh my god")Get a haircut and get a real jobGet a real job, why don't you get a real jobSongtexteGet a real job, why don't you get a real jobI hit the big time with my rock 'n' roll bandThe future's brighter now than I'd ever plannedI'm ten times richer than my big brother bobAnd he, he's got a haircut he's got a real jobWhy don't you get a haircut and get a real jobI even tried that 9 to 5 scene Aus Songtexte Mania