Lyrics The Black Crowes

The Black Crowes

Somebody's On Your Case

If your girl, she's always leaving home

She says she's going down to the corner store

She spent all day finding the best shoes, she's standing next to you

Looking good from head to toe

Spent two whole hours, trying to find some brandy

She comes home empty-handed, looking tired and beat

If this happened to you, tell you what you better do

Get out your arithmatic and put together two and two

Somebody's on your case, you better get on your job (get on it)

Somebody's on your case, you better get on your job (get on it)

(Listen here)

If your girl, she calls home one day

And she won't be making supper, she got to stay and work late

The boss calls to say "Get well, baby", lord knows she ain't sick

Making secret sweet love, is one of her cold tricks

If she call home, said with that same old line

Tell her you've been tired, been working overtime

Don't get uptight, don't set the girl out tonight

What you better do boy, is get your own thing right

Somebody's on your case, you better get on your job (get on it)

Somebody's on your case, you better get on your job (get on it)

It might be Barry, and it might be the boy named

Sue Somebody's surely moving in on you

Somebody's on your case, you better get on your job (get on it)

Somebody's on your case, you better get on your job (get on it)