We walked out of the nightclub,
two deer right on the street
I moved like the black man I’d seen
on the big screen
Collar stiff,
I moved slow like the black man

Through the park
We were strangers to the kids
who think they live in New York
In a downtown park
A danger to ourselves
stumbling around in the dark

I’m in a college town
Polyester brown
‘Stone Killer’ wide tie
It’s all in the hips and the short stride

Back at the terra cotta hotel motel
A fistfight by the pool
I’ve got my shirt off in the window
She’s got hers off too

My wife’s on the phone,
I call her when the trouble breaks
Television’s on,
watching news about the murder rate
Looking through the blinds at the teen-
aged girls and wondering…
Telling everybody I know that
I’m not coming home

I’m in a college town
Polyester brown
‘Stone Killer’ wide tie
It’s all in the hips and the short stride




Lyrics submitted by Mr. Crazy Pants

Hotel Motel song meanings
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