Motel Blues

In this town television shuts off at two
What can a lonely rock & roller do
Oh the bed's so big and the sheets are clean
I fancied you since I was nineteen
The Styrofoam ice bucket is full of ice

Come up to my motel room
Treat me nice

I don't want to make no late night New York calls
I don't want to stare at them ugly grassmatt walls
Chronologically I know I'm young
When I kissed you in the club I bit your tongue

I'll write a song for you
I'll put it on my new L.P
Come up to my motel room and sleep with me

There's a Bible in the drawer don't be afraid
I'll put up the sign to warn the cleanup maid
There's lots of soap and there's lots of towels
Never mind those desk clerk's scowls

I buy you breakfast
They'll think you're my wife
Come up to my motel room and
Save my life
Come up to my motel room and
Save my life



Credits
Writer(s): Loudon Wainwright
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