My friend's got a girlfriend Man he hates that bitch He tells me every day He says: Man, I really gotta lose my chick In the worst kind of way She sits on her ass He works his hands to the bone To give her money every payday But she wants more dinero just to stay at home Well, my friend You gotta say I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way Na-na, why don't you get a job? Say: No way; say: No way, no way Na-na, why don't you get a job? I guess all his money, well, it isn't enough To keep her bill collectors at bay I guess all his money, well, it isn't enough 'Cause that girl's got expensive taste I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way Na-na, why don't you get a job? Say: No way; say: No way, no way Na-na, why don't you get a job? Well, I guess it ain't easy doing nothing at all But, hey, man, free rides just don't come along Every day Let me tell you about my other friend now My friend's got a boyfriend, man, she hates that dick She tells me every day He wants more dinero just to stay at home Well, my friend You gotta say I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way Na-na, why don't you get a job? Say: No way; say: No way, no way Na-na, why don't you get a job? I won't give ya' no money, I always pay Na-na, why don't you get a job? Say: No way; say: No way, no way Na-na, why don't you get a job?
My friend's got a girlfriend Man he hates that bitch He tells me every day He says: Man, I really gotta lose my chick In the worst kind of way She sits on her ass He works his hands to the bone To give her money every payday But she wants more dinero just to stay at home Well, my friend You gotta say I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way Na-na, why don't you get a job? Say: No way; say: No way, no way Na-na, why don't you get a job? I guess all his money, well, it isn't enough To keep her bill collectors at bay I guess all his money, well, it isn't enough 'Cause that girl's got expensive taste I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way Na-na, why don't you get a job? Say: No way; say: No way, no way Na-na, why don't you get a job? Well, I guess it ain't easy doing nothing at all But, hey, man, free rides just don't come along Every day Let me tell you about my other friend now My friend's got a boyfriend, man, she hates that dick She tells me every day He wants more dinero just to stay at home Well, my friend You gotta say I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way Na-na, why don't you get a job? Say: No way; say: No way, no way Na-na, why don't you get a job? I won't give ya' no money, I always pay Na-na, why don't you get a job? Say: No way; say: No way, no way Na-na, why don't you get a job?
“Why Don’t You Get a Job?” é a décima‑primeira faixa do álbum *Americana* da The Offspring, lançado em 1998.
A canção foi lançada como o segundo single do álbum *Americana*.
O estilo da música mistura ska e punk rock, caracterizando o som da banda nessa fase.
A melodia principal de “Why Don’t You Get a Job?” foi inspirada na canção dos Beatles “Ob‑La‑Di, Ob‑La‑Da”.
A faixa também foi incluída como sétima música na compilação *Greatest Hits* da banda, lançada em 2005.
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