I'm told I take on limits well For such a lowly infidel And I thought about it I don't expect that I'll admit To being the best candidate 'Cause I don't speak the language I get by I get over, over I get by I get over, over It's just my age that prevents A change in place of residence I'm not getting any older With nothing left to achieve Just when I got up to leave I found out that I ran out I get by I get over, over I get by I get over, over With a distance between We are doomed to be relieved When it's gone I get by I get over, over I get by I get over, over I get by I get over, over I get by I get over, over