The Pits - Sammy Hagar

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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, no

Two $ 6.50 tickets to hassle with the crowd

I got hit with a frisbee, the band played too loud

I got all their records, man, and loved all their hits

But this is the worst, ooh

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 steeper, 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, dialed all the gears

Things were just gettin' heavy when the red light appeared

He said, «Get outta the car, boy.»

He put the 'cuffs on my wrists

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, no

Oh, like a ten-cent tip, huh