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,
Looks 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