Billy Bragg, Wilco - Hot Rod Hotel lyrics

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 crinkly clothes
And I meet the buses and trains and
I show you to your door

Bellbottom pants brought two boys in
At 6: 14 last night
Two girls checked in at 10: 02
And I flipped on the 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 that night

A bloody flood could never mess
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 out that crappy mess
Or else he'd fire me off my job
And let me starve to death
I laid aside my polish rag and
I downed my dusting pan
And I've not seen the old Hot Rod
Nor that old town since then