They Might Be Giants - Hell Hotel lyrics

Salutations paint his karma, Bend joints in fighting words

Got his mean streak from his mother, ha ha ha

Now Love Boats paint his liver, with eyes on the city lights

Collapsin' on the upbeats or relaxin' for the night

He steps into a crazy hotel, the desk clerk hands him soap-on-a-rope

What does he mean by this?

Bellhop takes his flashlight, takes John up to his room

Va-va-va-voom this is a sweet life, Anthrax on the couch

We're here to entertain you, or have you seen this episode

We're the ancient order of robot dolls, we're putting you at the controls

Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel

Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel

Sports cars and the gamblin', John's winning every night

Well there's certain smells John can't repel, but Momma it can't be right

He bolts awake laughing, but no one's in his room

And the big boss man doesn't understand why John can't smile no more

We're here to make you happy, that's all that we are programmed for

But you say this pleasure's a pain for you

Sebastian C. could tell you more

Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel

Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel