Get on Mister AWOL, you've gone off yer track,
bracin' a headache with backbone yeh lack.
Yer spirit gits older, a fact tried n' true!
Whatever happened to Little Boy Blue?
Get - On - Mi - Ster,
Get - On - Mi - Ster.
Where are the happy-go-luckier days?
You only cry harder the harder you pray;
So shake off the mud and march on for the dawn.
This is the moment boy, next moment gone!
Get - On - Mi - Ster,
Get - On - Mi - Ster,
Get - On - Mi - Ster,
Dig in yer jeans for a cigarette light -
Tired n' dirty n' fresh from a fight.
Oh get - On - Mi - Ster,
Get - On - Mi - Ster
Get - On - Mi - Ster
Oh Get - On -