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Lyrics:
Ain’t Gettin’ Any (Lyrics)
1. At a local lounge where I used to scrounge
I met a gal named Jenny.
After a couple o’ drinks, I began to think
That I might be gettin’ any.
But I moved too fast, and the moment passed.
After just one drink too many.
Then she said once more as she hit the door
“You sure ain’t gettin’ any”.
(Bridge) Though life’s a ball, you can’t win ‘em all,
But I just keep on a-tryin’.
I could say: “no sweat”, but you can bet
That I really must be lyin’.
So, I play the game with more o’ the same
Hopin’ one time out of many,
That I just might click with a top-drawer chick,
And I might be gettin’ any.
(Piano chorus)
2. There was once a time when I had a dime,
Now I’m down to my last few pennies.
The nights are cold, and I’m growin’ old,
And I sure ain’t gettin’ any.
I’ve had friends galore, women by the score,
One can never have too many.
But that was then, don’t know since when,
I could count on gettin’ any.
(Bridge) When I’d go out on a date I would stay real late,
And I’d spend a buck or two.
Well, son-of-a gun, I could have some fun
Without havin’ to say “I do”.
Now it’s all been spent, can’t pay the rent,
And I’m left with grief a-plenty.
Times sure are tough, if that ain’t enough,
Seems I just ain’t gettin’ any!
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