Motel Blues lyrics - Bombay Bicycle Club

(originally by Loudon Wainwright III)

In this town, television shuts off at two

Oh, what can a lonely rock and roller do?

Oh, the beds are big and the sheets are clean, and

Your 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 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 you a song 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; warn the clean-up maid

Oh, there's lots of soap and there's 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