| Song | Fuck Motel |
| Artist | Fuck |
| Album | Pardon My French |
| 作词 : **** | |
| You've got your hammock strung bimbo, | |
| you've got your magnetic hippo, | |
| you've got your coat hanging up on Monroe, | |
| and you've got that smell in the **** motel. | |
| With your gushing gas flow | |
| and your plexi glass window, | |
| it's a wonder that we even go. | |
| And you know damn well it's a **** motel | |
| There goes postcard Romeo, | |
| You've got the wheeze beats of Asthmatico (A.T.) | |
| and you know Guiselle in the **** motel. |
| zuò cí : | |
| You' ve got your hammock strung bimbo, | |
| you' ve got your magnetic hippo, | |
| you' ve got your coat hanging up on Monroe, | |
| and you' ve got that smell in the motel. | |
| With your gushing gas flow | |
| and your plexi glass window, | |
| it' s a wonder that we even go. | |
| And you know damn well it' s a motel | |
| There goes postcard Romeo, | |
| You' ve got the wheeze beats of Asthmatico A. T. | |
| and you know Guiselle in the motel. |