The Pits — текст песни (Sammy Hagar)

Now, listen...
My paycheck after taxes barely pays the rent
I do the town on Friday, by Tuesday, it`s all spent.
Two bucks an hour, this job ain`t too hip.
My lovelife`s turning sour working the night-shift.
It`s the pits! It`s a one way trip on a sinking ship
Ain`t it the pits, but you just can`t quit
When the scale won`t tip or the key don`t fit.
Two $6.50 tickets to hassle with the crowd
I got hit with a Frizbee, the band played too loud.
I got all their records, man, and loved all their hits,
But this is the worst! It`s the pits!
Oh, you can`t keep it lit then it sticks to your lip.
Oh, ain`t it the pits when the record skips and the TV quits.
You`re in deeper and deeper, you dig into the pit.
The climb is always steep - you can`t get a lift.
Ain`t it the pits!
It`s the bottom of the list
It`s all wing tips and double-knits.
It`s the pits.
Slip out onto the freeway, down all the gears-
Things were just gettin` heavy when the red light appears.
He said, Get outta the car, boy.
He put the `cuffs on my wrist, read me my rights, oh things got intense.
I got 90 days in jail, no one would go my bail, so there I sit.
It`s the pits!
When the waist-line slips, 39 inch hips and your pants don`t fit.
You`re in deeper, you dig into the pit.
The climb is always steeper, they won`t let you quit.
Ain`t it the pits?! P-I-T-S - it`s the pits!
When the the faucet drips, it won`t never quit
Oh, like a ten-cent tip.