Earth to Doris By Was (Not Was) 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 every time a fly died I read the funnies. I laughed anyway. "Something'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, fluorescent morning And a couple of those donuts over there, right Doris? Right Doris? Earth to Doris, earth to Doris Come in Doris, earth to Doris