GET UP, GET OUT
by
Matt McGinn
Get up, get out, ya lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose
When I was young and short of tongue
A silly wee fool was I
The morn after I left the school
I heard my mother sigh,
‘Get up, get out, ya lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose’
I bought a clock, a rare wee clock
To help me tell the time
It wakened me every morning
Wi a very poetic rhyme
Get up, get out, ya lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose
I married a lass, a bonny wee lass
I kept her many-a-year.
But come what may, she’d start the day
By whispering in my ear,
‘Get up, get out, ya lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose’
There’s some can lie as long as they like
They're luckier men than me
I never get to lie very long
I'm only 5 feet 3
Get up, get out, ya lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose
I'll go to work tomorrow
If you’ll just let me lie in today
Get up, get out, ya lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose