I was a rebel from the day i left school 
Grew my hair long and broke all [bad word] 
I'd sit and listen to my records all day 
With big ambitions of where i could play 

My parents taught me what life was about 
So i grew up the type they warned me about 
They said my friends were just an [bad word] mob 
And i should get a haircut and get a real job 

Get a haircut and get a real job 
Clean your act up and don't be a slob 
Get it together like your big brother bob 
Why don't you get a haircut and get a real job 

I even tried that 9 to 5 scene 
I told myself that it was all a bad dream 
I found a band and some good songs to play 
And now I party all night, I sleep all day 

I met this chick she was my No.1 fan 
She took me home to meet her mommy and dad 
They took one look at me and said ("oh my god") 
Get a haircut and get a real job 

Get a real job, why don't you get a real job 
Get a real job, why don't you get a real job 

I hit the big time with my rock 'n' roll band 
The future's brighter now than I'd ever planned 
I'm ten times richer than my big brother bob 
And he, he's got a haircut he's got a real job