f** - f** Motel lyrics

You've got your hammock strung bimbo You've got your magnetic hippo You've got your coat hanging up on Monroe And you've got that smell in the f** motel With your gushing gas flow And your plexi gla** window It's a wonder that we even go And you know damn well it's a f** motel There goes postcard Romeo And here comes Cholo and Cojo You've got the wheeze beats of Asthmatico (A.T.) And you know Guiselle in the f** motel