Motel Blues (Live)

In this town television shuts off at two

What can a lonely rock and roller do?

Oh, the bed's so big and the sheets are clean

And your girlfriend said that you were nineteen

The styrofoam ice bucket is full of ice

Come up to my motel room, treat me nice

I don't wanna make no late night New York calls

And I don't wanna stare at them ugly grass mat walls

Chronologically I know you're young

But when you kissed me in the club you bit my tongue

I'll write a song for you, I'll put it on my next L.P

Come up to my motel room, sleep with me

Oh, there's a Bible in the drawer don't be afraid

I'll put up the sign to warn the cleanup maid

Yeah, there's lots of soap and there's lots of towels

Never mind them desk clerk's scowls

I'll buy you breakfast, they'll think you're my wife

Come up to my motel room, save my life

Come up to my motel room, save my life