In this town television shuts off at 2 What can a lonely rock-and-roller do? Beds are big, sheets are clean Your girlfriend said you were 19 Styrofoam ice buckets full of ice Come up to my motel room and treat me nice Don't want to make no late night New York call Don't want to stare at those ugly grass mat walls Though chronologically I know you're young But when you kiss me in the club you get my tongue I'll write a song for you I'll put it on my next lp Come up to my motel room and sleep with me Well there's a vinyl in the drawer, don't be afraid I'll put up a little sign to warn the clean up maid There's lots of soap and lots of towels Nevermind those desk clerk scowels I'll buy you breakfast, they'll think you're my wife Come up to my motel room and save my life