Down the road sits the big o motel

Where people tell lies in their own private cell.

With cast down eyes and a packaged surprise

I come and I go we plan it just so.



At the big o motelon the vibrating bed

Cologne drenched curtains of velour red.

In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face

Buton the bed beside me someone has taken your place.

By the big o motelthere's a drive through bar

They'll make you a daiquiri in a mason jar.

The man at the window with the receding hair line

Looks away from me but says ' same placesame time '.

At the big o motelon the vibrating bed

Cologne drenched curtains of velour red.

In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face

Buton the bed beside me someone has taken your place.

The man on the corner with sausage shaped fingers

After he's gonehis cigar smoke lingers.

After he's gone I take a shower

I watch the clock's hands passing the hours.