Forty-seven push-ups
In a winter-rate seaside motel
I feel like Travis Bickle
I'm listening to "Highway to Hell"
It's a shitty little tape I taped off the radio
Thirty-nine push-ups
In a winter-rate seaside motel
Thirty-two push-ups
In a winter-rate seaside motel
Not looking too good
Not feeling so well
Thirty-seven push-ups
In a winter-rate seaside motel
I'm going up again
I'm going up again
Goin' up to go down again