Down at the old hotel, That's where the shades are drawn Some hippies go to hell, Some just keep hanging on Angel of avenue B, Saint of the common whore Death of a common thief, Wretch of the Rockaway shore Don't take that plane tonight, The wind ain't right For some girl's the country is enough But you had to go on into town Head to the tanning hut, Get yourself golden brown Each Mastercard you swipe, To lie in that glowing bed Light upon crazy light, Enough now to raise the dead Don't take that plane tonight, The wind ain't right