Lyrics

One, two, three, four.. Down the road sits the Big O Motel Where people tell lies in their own private cell With cast down eyes and a packaged surprise I come and I go, we plan it just so At the Big O Motel, on the vibrating bed Cologne-drenched curtains of velour red In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face But on the bed beside me someone has taken your place By the Big O Motel, there's a drive through bar They'll make you a daiquiri in a mason jar The man at the window with the receding hair line Turns away from me but says, "same place, same time." At the Big O Motel, on the vibrating bed Cologne-drenched curtains of velour red In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face But on the bed beside me someone has taken your place The man on the corner with sausage shaped fingers After he's gone, his cigar smoke lingers After he's gone, I take a shower I watch the clock's hands passing the hours At the Big O Motel, on the vibrating bed Cologne-drenched curtains of velour red In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face But on the bed beside me someone has taken your place