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About the Song

There’s a joyful, infectious bounce to The SilhouettesGet a Job that captures the spirit of 1950s doo-wop with a wink and a grin. Released in late 1957 and hitting its stride in early 1958, this track by the Philadelphia quartet—Bill Horton, Earl T. Beal, Raymond Edwards, and Richard Lewis—is a playful slice of life that still brings a smile all these years later. For those of us who’ve weathered the decades, Get a Job feels like a time capsule—a lighthearted jab at the daily grind, wrapped in tight harmonies and a rhythm that begs you to tap your foot. It’s a song that doesn’t take itself too seriously, and that’s exactly why it’s endured as a classic.

The Silhouettes stumbled into this hit almost by accident. Originally a B-side to their ballad “I Am Lonely,” Get a Job caught fire after a local DJ flipped the record, and soon it was climbing to number one on the Billboard charts. Bill Horton’s lead vocals carry a mock exasperation as he sings, “Yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip, sha-na-na-na,” mimicking the nagging of a partner tired of his jobless ways. The nonsense syllables—delivered with glee by the group—became iconic, inspiring the “sha-na-na” sound that later defined acts like Sha Na Na. For older listeners with an ear for the era, it’s a reminder of when music could be both silly and soulful, a blend of street-corner harmony and pure fun.

The song’s charm lies in its relatable simplicity. “Every morning about this time, she wakes me up and then she says, ‘Get up, get up, get a job,’” Horton croons, and you can almost picture the scene: a sleepy guy, a determined spouse, and the daily push to make something happen. The arrangement is bare-bones—drums, bass, a hint of piano—but the group’s voices are the star, weaving together in a way that’s tight yet effortless. It’s the kind of track that might’ve echoed from a car radio or a jukebox in a diner, filling the air with a carefree vibe that contrasted with the post-war hustle of the late ‘50s.

For those who’ve followed music’s evolution, Get a Job is a snapshot of doo-wop at its peak—before rock ‘n’ roll fully took over and polished production smoothed out the edges. The Silhouettes didn’t overthink it; they sang from the gut, and that authenticity shines through. It’s a song about life’s little pressures, but it never feels heavy—there’s a wink in every note, a nod to the absurdity of it all. Whether you first heard it crackling through a transistor radio or discovered it later, Get a Job remains a delightful romp—a chance to laugh at the grind and hum along with a group that turned a simple plea into a timeless tune. For us seasoned listeners, it’s a sweet echo of a world where music could lift your spirits with nothing more than a “sha-na-na.”Get A Job - Album by The Silhouettes | Spotify

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Lyrics: Get a Job

Yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip, bmmSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-doSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-doSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-doSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-naAhh, yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yipMum-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum, get a jobSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na
Well every morning about this time (Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na)She gets me out of bed, a-crying get a job (Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na)After breakfast everyday she throws the want ads right my wayAnd never fails to say – get a job
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-doSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-doSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-doSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-naAhh, yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yipMum-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum, get a jobSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na
Lord, and when I get the paper I read it through and throughI, my girl never fail to see if there is any work for me…I got to go back to the house, hear that woman’s mouthPreachin’ and a cryin’, tell me that I’m lyin’ about a jobThat I never could find
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-doSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-doSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-doSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-naAhh, yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yipMum-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum, get a jobSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na
Lord, and when I get the paper I read it through and throu-oughI, my girl never fail to see if there is any work for me…I better go back to the house, hear that woman’s mouthPreachin’ and a cryin’, tell me that I’m lyin’ about a jobThat I never could find
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-doSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-doSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-doSha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-do

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