Loudon Wainwright III - Motel Blues Lyrics
In this town television shuts off at twoWhat can a lonely rock & roller doOh the bed's so big and the sheets are cleanand your girlfriend said that you were 18The styrofoam icebucket is full of iceCome up to my motelroom treat me niceI don't wanna make no late night New York callsand I don't wanna stare at them ugly grassmatt wallschronologically I know you're youngbut when you kissed me in the club you bit my tongueI'll write a song for you, I'll put it on my next L.PCome up to my motelroom, sleep with me !There's a Bible in the drawer don't be afraidI'll put up the sign to warn the cleanup maidYeah there's lots of soap end ther's lots of towelsnever mind them deskclerk's scowlsI buy you breakfast, they'll think you're my wifeOh come up to my motelroom, save my lifeCome up to my motelroom, save my life