Hot Rod Hotel

I'm a porter and a night clerk
At the old hot rod hotel
I clean and scrub the lobby down
And thirty one rooms as well
I wax and shine their boots and shoes
I brush down their crinkeldy clothes
I meet the buses and the trains
And show you to your door
Bell bottom pants brought two boys
In at six fourteen last night
Two girls checked in at ten otwo
And I flipped on their light
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 last night
A bloody flood could never messed
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 up the crappy mess
Or else hed fire me off my job
And let me starve to death
I laid aside my polish rag
And downed my dusting pan
And I've not seen the old hot rod nor
That old town since then