Motel Blues

In this town, television shuts off at two
 What can a lonely rock 'n' roller do?
 Bed so big, the sheets are clean
 You're girlfriend said you were nineteen
 The Styrofoam ice bucket's full of ice
 Come up to my motel room and treat me nice
 I don't wanna make no late night New York calls
 I don't wanna stare at those 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 and put it on my next LP
 Come up to my motel room and sleep with me
 There's a Bible in the drawer, don't be afraid
 I'll put up a sign to warn the cleanup maid
 There's lots of soap and lots of towels
 Never mind those desk clerk scowls
 I'll buy you breakfast, they'll think you're my wife
 Come up to my motel room and save my life