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 icebucket is full of ice

Come up to my motelroom treat me nice

I don’t wanna make no late night New York calls

And I don’t wanna 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 motelroom, 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 ther’s lots of towels

Never mind them deskclerk’s scowls

I buy you breakfast, they’ll think you’re my wife

Oh come up to my motelroom, save my life

Come up to my motelroom, save my life