Big O Motel

One, two, three, four..

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 Motel, on the vibrating bed
Cologne-drenched curtains of velour red
In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face
But on the bed beside me someone has taken your place

By the Big O Motel, there'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
Turns away from me but says, "same place, same time."

At the Big O Motel, on the vibrating bed
Cologne-drenched curtains of velour red
In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face
But on the bed beside me someone has taken your place

The man on the corner with sausage shaped fingers
After he's gone, his cigar smoke lingers
After he's gone, I take a shower
I watch the clock's hands passing the hours

At the Big O Motel, on the vibrating bed
Cologne-drenched curtains of velour red
In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face
But on the bed beside me someone has taken your place