Love Can Be Bad Luck-Was (Not Was)

At the loveless motel and restaurant out on highway 33 The matchbook says call for reservations Country ham and biscuits, delicious steaks I met a woman there one night No moon, just, just diesel trucks She kissed me like she was hungry so we got a room In the morning she looked like a horse Smoking little cigars Playing these tapes of her husband She says ＂Doesn＇t he sound like Elvis?＂ She makes champagne out of 7-Up and cheap wine Like a chemist Next to one of those insect electric chairs Her skin gleaming blue everytime a fly died I read in the funnies, I laughed anyway ＂Someting＇s burning somewhere＂ I said ＂Yeah, it＇s us＂ she says ＂You both want coffee?＂ the waitress says Yes, two, two coffees That＇s perfect on this cold, dim, flourescent morning And a couple of those donuts over there, right Doris? Right Doris? Earth to Doris....Earth to Doris