Travelodge
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Author: David Rovics
Travelodge
 
It was a nice bar
But I don’t want to sleep there
Like a lump on someone’s
Sofa chair
So I drive the car
To the outskirts of town
Travelodge
Jewel of the crown
 
There’s a tea pot
With sugar and cream
There’s towels all folded
At the seams
The bed don’t squeak
And neither does the floor
There’s a lock
Upon the door
 
It’s like paradise
There’s so much we could do
It’s got everything a man could want
Except for you
 
There’s a shower
It’s en suite
There’s a nice clean
Toilet seat
Plenty of room
To play guitar
There’s a phone, a desk
Here we are
 
Except the only pair here
Is a single pair of shoes
It’s got everything a man could want
Except for you
 
Checkout’s tomorrow
At eleven
You can order breakfast
24/7
There’s your picture
Long and lean
There upon my
Laptop screen
 
And all I can say
Is boo hoo hoo
‘Cause it’s got everything a man could want Except for you