37 Push Ups

Lyrics

Forty-seven push-ups In a winter-rate seaside motel I feel like Travis Bickle I'm listening to "Highway to Hell" It's a shitty little tape I taped off the radio Thirty-nine push-ups In a winter-rate seaside motel Thirty-two push-ups In a winter-rate seaside motel Not looking too good Not feeling so well Thirty-seven push-ups In a winter-rate seaside motel I'm going up again I'm going up again Goin' up to go down again