Fuck Motel LyricsYou've got your hammock strung bimbo You've got your magnetic hippo You've got your coat hanging up on Monroe And you've got that smell in the fuck motel With your gushing gas flow And your plexi glass window It's a wonder that we even go You know damn well it's a fuck motel There goes postcard Romeo And here comes Cholo and Cojo You've got the wheeze beats of Asthmatico (A.T.) And you know Guiselle in the fuck motel
