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