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 every time a fly died
I read in 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