billy bragg
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 crinkly clothes  And I meet the buses and trains and I show you to your door   Bell-bottom pants brought two boys in at six-fourteen last night  Two girls checked in at ten-oh-two 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