I had to get up to get down to start all over again Head on down to the basement and shout Kick those white mice and black dogs out Kick those white mice and baboons out Kick those baboons and other motherfuckers out And get it on get it on get it on On the day that you got born
They had to dig him from the ground They chipped him from the frozen snow They dug his monkey fingers But he had no where to go They dug his pink hair curlers They dug his sequined gown They dug his Stratocaster They dug his pornographic crown He's got some words of wisdom! GET IT ON GET IT ON ON THE DAY THAT YOU WERE BORN
He crawled out of the ooze He had green flippers and sang the blues He got in the British weeklies He got in the dailies too And fucked the girls you're probably married to He's got some words of wisdom GET IT ON GET IT ON On the day that you were born
Then one day he went away His neighbour claimed he'd shot him If he hadn't of dissappeared The Taxman would have got him I call out from the storm For those who gave their lives GET IT ON GET IT ON GET IT ON On the day that you got born!