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 f** motel
With your gushing gas flow
And your plexi gla** window
It's a wonder that we even go
And you know damn well it's a f** motel
There goes postcard Romeo
And here comes Cholo and Cojo
You've got the wheeze beats of Asthmatico (A.T.)
And you know Guiselle in the f** motel