Somebody's On Your Case

If your man always leave home Say he's going down to the corner store All decked out in his best shoes And his fancy knit suit Looking good from head to toe Spend two whole hours Buying a little bread and meat Yet come home empty-handed Looking tired and beat If this happened to you Tell you what you better do Get out your 'rithmetic 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, girl You better get on your job (Get on it) Listen girl... If your man call home one day Say he won't be home for supper 'Cause he'll be working late His boss calls to say "Get well, John" Lord knows he ain't sick He's been taking secret sick leave Another one of his tricks If he come home With that same old line Telling you he's tired From working overtime Don't get uptight Don't put him out tonight What you better do, girl 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, girl You better get on your job (Get on it) It might be Mary And it might be 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, girl You better get on your job (Get on it)