At the loveless motel and restaurant out on highway 33

The matchbook says call for reservations

Country ham and biscuits, delicious steaks

I met a woman there one night

No moon, just, just diesel trucks

She kissed me like she was hungry so we got a room

In the morning she looked like a horse

Smoking little cigars

Playing these tapes of her husband

She says "Doesn't he sound like Elvis?"

She makes champagne out of 7-Up and cheap wine

Like a chemist

Next to one of those insect electric chairs

Her skin gleaming blue everytime a fly died

I read in the funnies, I laughed anyway

"Someting's burning somewhere" I said

"Yeah, it's us" she says

"You both want coffee?" the waitress says

Yes, two, two coffees

That's perfect on this cold, dim, flourescent morning

And a couple of those donuts over there, right Doris?

Right Doris?

Earth to Doris....Earth to Doris