I've been wearin' my fingers down to the bone,
Just pushin' your number on the telephone.
I chewed up the rug, knocked a hole in the wall,
But your line was busy everytime I call.
Remember the shots that we took last night?
Polaroid Woman sure treat me right.
But right now I'm down on my knees,
I need your nervous release,
Your nervous release.
I had a long hard day and now my nerves are on edge,
Like I just stepped back from a window ledge.
I smoked too many straights, too much caffeine,
Feel like I'm burnin' bad gasoline.
IBM Woman, now I've got a hunch,
You're too wound up from operating that punch
I'll hang up the phone, grab the keys,
I need your nervous release, ah yeah.
