Written By Warren Zevon I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel I was staring in my empty coffee cup I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin
moon And you dream about the stars Blues in old motel rooms Girls in daddy's car You sing about the nights And you laugh about the scars Coffee in the
and a coffee for a dollar and fifty cents And therapy thrown in for free that?s the best my money?s spent And as I walked back to the Motel six, I
She got up and put her makeup on Made a pot of coffee extra strong At the kitchen table sucking on a cigarette Read the paper in a cloud of smoke While
his underwear he's barely said a word She pours a cup of coffee lights the day's first cigarette Picks up the phone and call her kids from the motel
mind to know what I'm feelin' after all this time It's just too hard to hold on to what is never around He oughta know that by now Heart ache and coffee at midnight motels
(Bobby Braddock) It used to be red wine there in room 3-2-9 Over the river where we weren't well-known Now it's two coffees then off to the office Then
New York City leaving behind out the window drive Pennsylvania stop for a bite it's raining Christmas lights west of Roanoke Village Motel green all
the case I got a Prowler A Caller, nigga Caller I.D., I balla I be She wanna fuck? I'm gonna caller and see Take dat ho to Motel 6 and goto Tweeties
Go to court, throw away the case, I got a prowler Call her, nigga, Caller ID, a baller I be She wanna fuck, I'ma call her and see Take that hoe to Motel
that girl That's been, two-wayin you all week. her baby daddy's out Of town so uhh, you can fuck around. it's okay to check in That motel 6. $59.95, not
a cable to a tree Reba stuck in a game of lipstick perfume flypaper Reba press a razor to a slide cross a needle with a prune Knee deep in the motel
Hot motel Stuffy incide I know well This eleven walls Hot black tar I tan my legs Rest my heart And dream of the city Magazine and diet coke I?m not
a penny on the railroad tracks. still waiting for the westbound four fifteen. no name motel and cement smoke stacks. same old same this time. this time
violent red visions famine and death and pestilence and war. i'm pretty sure i heard this one before. you in the corner with a good looking drifter. two cups of coffee
I saved I think I?ll build a boat for me And sail myself across the sea Cause? every night the sun goes down And the morning helps me come around The coffee
Tune in they ass Talk naughty Broom in they ass I probly fuck em til they get blue in the ass Got robberies Bloody bodies Niggas nuts in ya hot coffee