Sitting around the fireplace nWith a friend who's been through it allnSolomon, wisest one, nTell me what you have found under the sunnUnder the sunnHe answered...nnGet over, get over, get over the sunnGet over, get over, get over the sunnWhere life is hiddennnThen he put on a somber facenTalked about how the rich man nWill waste away in the ground nWhere the poor man is foundnPainted up like a clown nUnder the sun, under the sunnHe answered...nnGet over, get over, get over the sunnGet over, get over, get over the sunnnSoon you'll be donenA life spent on some shiny god nWho leaves you emptynnGet over, get over, get over the sunnGet over, get over, get over the sunn