At the loveless motel and restaurant out on highway 33
The matchbook says call for reservations
Country ham and biscuits delicious steaks
I met a woman there one night
No moon just just diesel trucks
She kissed me like she was hungry so we got a room
In the morning she looked like a horse
Smoking little cigars
Playing these tapes of her husband
She says "doesn't he sound like Elvis?"
She makes champagne out of 7-up and cheap wine
Like a chemist
Next to one of those insect electric chairs
Her skin gleaming blue every time a fly died
I read in the funnies I laughed anyway
"Something's burning somewhere" I said
"Yeah, it's us" she says
"You both want coffee?" the waitress says
Yes, two, two coffees
That's perfect on this cold, dim, fluorescent morning
And a couple of those donuts over there right Doris?
Right, Doris?
Earth to Doris
Earth to Doris