Testo Earth to doris Was (Not Was)

Earth to doris

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