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)