Motel Blues

Loudon Wainwright III

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
and your girlfriend said that you were 18
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
and I don't want to stare at them ugly grassmatt walls
chronologically I know you're young
but when you kissed me in the club you bit my tongue
I'll write a song for you, I'll put it on my next L.P
Come up to my motel room, 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
Yeah there's lots of soap end there's lots of towels
never mind them desk clerk's scowls
I buy you breakfast, they'll think you're my wife
Oh come up to my motel room, save my life
Come up to my motel room, save my life