Wilco - Hot Rod Hotel |
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Hot Rod Hotel
Wilco I'm a porter and a night clerk at the old Hot Rod Hotel I wax and shine their boots and shoes I clean and scrub the lobby down and thirty I brush down their crinkly clothes And I meet the buses and trains and I show you to your door BellTwo girls checked in at ten The lamrod's wife looks in their doors and finds one terrible sight Those boys and girls got bawled up in their doors and rooms that night A bloody flood could never mess these rooms up any worse It looked like Moe had used this room to grease and breed a horse Old gum and hairs and sticky rags, old bottles on the floors Gobs of spit and condom rubbers on the windows, walls, and doors The lammy tried to make me clean out that crappy mess Or else he'd fire me off my job and let me starve to death I laid aside my polish rag and I downed my dusting pan And I've not seen the old Hot Rod nor that old town since then |
