| Listen
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| My paycheck after taxes barely pays the rent
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| I do the town on Friday, by Tuesday, it’s all spent
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| Two bucks an hour, this job ain’t too hip
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| My lovelife’s turning sour working the night-shift
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| It’s the pits
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| It’s a one way trip on a sinking ship
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| Ain’t it the pits
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| But you just can’t quit
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| When the scale won’t tip or the key don’t fit, no
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| Two $ 6.50 tickets to hassle with the crowd
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| I got hit with a frisbee, the band played too loud
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| I got all their records, man, and loved all their hits
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| But this is the worst, ooh
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| It’s the pits
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| Oh, you can’t keep it lit then it sticks to your lip
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| Oh, ain’t it the pits
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| When the record skips and the TV quits
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| You’re in deeper and deeper, you dig into the pit
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| The climb is always steeper, you can’t get a lift
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| Ain’t it the pits
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| It’s the bottom of the list
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| It’s all wing tips and double-knits
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| It’s the pits
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| Slip out onto the freeway, dialed all the gears
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| Things were just gettin' heavy when the red light appeared
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| He said, «Get outta the car, boy.»
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| He put the 'cuffs on my wrists
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| Read me my rights, oh things got intense
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| I got 90 days in jail, no one would go my bail, so there I sit
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| It’s the pits
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| When the waist-line slips
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| 39 inch hips and your pants don’t fit
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| You’re in deeper, you dig into the pit
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| The climb is always steeper, they won’t let you quit
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| Ain’t it the pits
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| P-I-T-S — it’s the pits
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| When the the faucet drips, it won’t never quit, no
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| Oh, like a ten-cent tip, huh |