Lost my baby to a smooth talking Romeo
Just my luck always the last to know
That’s my heart in pieces on the floor
Can’t put it back together like it was before
Friends say jump right back in the game
Not all lovin ends up the same

Get Hip

Nothing I do ever seems to turn out right
Working all week then sleepin on Saturday night
Watchin this world  just slowly tick on by
Gotta get an even break be fore the well goes dry
Everyone says that looking is free
Plenty more fish in the deep blue sea

Get Hip

Cruising on south down lonely avenue
Got a picture in my head of a girl that looks like you
Maybe in time I’ll forget your wicked ways
And chuckle to myself when I think about the bad old days
All I can do is get back on board
Hold my breath and rip that cord

Get Hip

(J. Camilleri / N. Smith – Mushroom Music Publishing / Control)