Hotel Motel Songtext
von Greg MacPherson

We walked out of the nightclub
To dare right on the street
And we move like the black man
We′ve seen on the big screen
Collar stiff, I move slow like the black man

Through the park
A stranger to the kids who think they live in New York
In a downtown park
A danger to ourselves, stumbling around in the dark

I'm in a college town
Polyester brown
Stone killer white
Tie is all in the hips and the short stride


Back at the terra cotta hotel/motel
A fist fight by the pool
I got my shirt off in the window
She′s got hers off, too

I got my wife on the phone
I call her when the trouble breaks
Television's on, watching news about the murder rate
Watching through the blinds for the teenage girls in wonderland
Telling everybody I know that I'm not coming home
I′m not coming home

I′m in a college town
Polyester brown
Stone killer white
Tie is all in the hips and the short stride

I'm in a college town
Polyester brown
Stone killer white
It′s all in the hips and the short stride


And I'm not coming home
I′m not coming home
I'm not coming home