Why Don't You Get A Job?

Tom: F

VERSE 1: (No guitar this verse!!)
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"
VERSE 2:
F
She sits on her ass
Bb
He works his hands to the bone
F                       C
To give her money every payday
F                                 Bb
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home
F                   C       F
Well my friend, you gotta say
CHORUS:
F                            Bb
I won't pay, I won't pay ya, No Way-ay-ay-ay
F                C             F
Na na, why don't you get a job?
F                          Bb
Say no way, say no way-ah, no way-ay-ay-ay
F                C             F
Na na, why don't you get a job?
VERSE 3:
F                              Bb
I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
F                              C 
To keep her bill collectors at bay
F                              Bb
I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
F                     C              F
Cause that girl's got expensive taste
CHORUS
BREAK:
Bb
Well I guess it ain't easy
                 F
Doing nothing at alllllllll  ohhhh yeahhhh
Bb
But hey man free rides just don't
       G            C
Come along every day
(Let me tell you about my other friend now)