**** Motel

You've got your hammock strung bimbo,

you've got your magnetic hippo,

you've got your coat hanging up on Monroe,

and you've got that smell in the **** motel.

With your gushing gas flow

and your plexi glass window,

it's a wonder that we even go.

And you know damn well it's a **** motel

There goes postcard Romeo,

You've got the wheeze beats of Asthmatico (A.T.)

and you know Guiselle in the **** motel.