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 a [bad word] mob

And I should, get a haircut and get a real job
 [bad word] 
Get a haircut and get a real job

Clean your act up and dont be a slob

Get it together like your big brother Bob

Why dont you, get a haircut and get a real job

I even tried that nine to five scene

I told myself that it was all a bad dream

I found a band with some good songs to play

Now I party all night and sleep all day

I met this chick, she was my number one 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!"
 [bad word] 
(Get a real job, why dont you get a real job,

get a real job, why dont you get a real job)

I hit the bigtime with my rock and roll band

The future's brighter now then I ever planned

I'm ten times richer then my big brother Bob

He's got a haricut and got a real job
 [bad word] 
(Get a real job, why dont you get a real job,

get a real job, why dont you get a real job)