Testo di 'Aggravation Non-Stop' di David Werner

I'm tired of conversation and the state of things
I need some relaxation only night life brings
And it's time that I found me a squeeze
One that can bring me down to my knees
Seasoned and easy to please
Or just to make my way to crazy company

Pasted to the corner of the cabaret
And shattered by the echo of my only play
Now Delilah's been hitting me hard
But her lovin' always costs half a yard
Why is it artists always know who they are, oh yeah

I know the sister on the dance floor
Her price and who she used to go for
Old squares and millionaires
And I'm still lookin' like a renegade
From every street scene I've ever made
With my eyes transfixed to a pair of hips
Oh, who's that heavy reachin' down for his blade
So I grabbed my gin and I ran like the wind
Man, it was curtains if I would have stayed, yeah

Now I'm makin' for the alley like a wounded stray
There's a blue coat leanin' on my Chevrolet
And it's time that I questioned my style
Or if this pastime is really worthwhile
'Cause even dreary's got me beat by a mile
And no amount of faith can save me now

All right

No end to aggravation non-stop
No friends just faces in a backdrop
No score, condition red

I see my chance in some tight brown pants
A little skinny but she's lookin' all right
So I'll make my pinch, God knows she's a cinch
But I'm feelin' just a little uptight
Oh, landslide pride won't you take a ride
I'm all alone and it's Saturday night
All right

Aggravation, aggravation non-stop
Aggravation, aggravation non-stop
Aggravation, aggravation non-stop
Aggravation, aggravation non-stop
Aggravation, aggravation non-stop