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
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I’d like to find your inner child and kick its little a$$
Get over it
All this whinin’ and cryin’ and pitchin’ a fit
Get over it, get over it
I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin’ “Don’t blame me”
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feelin’ sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma’s too thin; your daddy’s too fat
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I’d like to find your inner child and kick its little a$$
Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin’ and cryin’ and pitchin’ a fit
Get over it, get over it