Greg Macpherson Hotel Motel

We walked out of the nightclub,

two deer right on the street

I moved like the black man Id seen

on the big screen

Collar stiff,

I moved slow like the black man



Through the park

We were strangers to the kids

who think they live in New York

In a downtown park

A danger to ourselves

stumbling around in the dark



Im in a college town

Polyester brown

Stone Killer wide tie

Its all in the hips and the short stride



Back at the terra cotta hotel motel

A fistfight by the pool

Ive got my shirt off in the window

Shes got hers off too



My wifes on the phone,

I call her when the trouble breaks

Televisions on,

watching news about the murder rate

Looking through the blinds at the teen-

aged girls and wondering...

Telling everybody I know that

Im not coming home



Im in a college town

Polyester brown

Stone Killer wide tie

Its all in the hips and the short stride
[ Hotel Motel Lyrics ]