Get up, Get Out - The Weavers

When I was young and short of tongue

A silly (we)fool was I The morning after I left the school

I heard my mom sigh

Get up, get out, you lazy lout

Get into your working clothes

Up to your knees in oil and grease

With the grime stone to your nose

I bought a clock, a bunny (we)clock

To help me tell the time

It waken me every morning

With a very poetic line

Get up, get out, you lazy lout

Get into your working clothes

Up to your knees in oil and grease

With the grime stone to your nose

I married a lass, a bunny (we)lass

And kept her many a-year.

Come what may, she began every day

By whispering in my ear

Get up, get out, you lazy lout

Get into your working clothes

Up to your knees in oil and grease

With the grime stone to your nose

Some can lie as long as they like

They’re luckier man than me I never get to lie very long

I’m only 5 foot 3

Get up, get out, you lazy lout

Get into your working clothes

Up to your knees in oil and grease

With the grime stone to your nose

I’ll look for work tomorrow

If you just let me sleep today