They Know Us At The Spa

3 in the AM, Lincoln northbound
 Nobody knows me in this big windy town
 Gig is over but i'm not done yet
 Feel like shaking the rattle before I crawl into my bassinet
 Only one place, and that's drawing near
 Milk of human kindness, skunky Croatian beer
 Front desk Ray looks up and says, "Welcome home"
 Ain't no more need to roam...
 They know us at the Spa, yeah yeah
 They know us at the Spa, yeah yeah
 They know us at the Spa, yeah yeah
 They know us at the Spa
 Best not to overload the elevator
 If I were you I wouldn't even touch the floor
 TV's fine if you like WGN
 Odds are 2 to 1 that you'll get the fresh linen Order what you want, you'll end up with something else
 Rum turns to whiskey, whiskey becomes gin
 You like the Thompson Twins?