Lyrics Deguello Motel - Roger Alan Wade

Deguello Motel

I live in a room with a green radio
Curled in the womb of a 29-year-low
Four walls from heaven and one sin from hell
In Room 17 at Deguello Motel
The desk clerk’s a jerk
An old carnival fella
I asked, «Where you from?»
He said, «Lake Isabella»
I told him I’d been there, but I never had
He looked at the clock and I signed the pad
He said no dogs allowed
So I bought me a fish
He lives by my bed in a souvenir dish
Swims round in circles
And eats once a day
And looks a lot like my x-wife's fiancé
And I live in a room with a green radio
Curled in th womb of a 29-year-low
Four walls from heaven and one sin from hell
In Room 17 at Deguello Motel
And there’s a wasteland across the highway
Where the lot lizards roam and the big diesels stay
The cops ask me questions and I tell 'em jokes
And that fat one he’s always bummin' my smokes
And the swimmin' pool water is Chuck Berry green
And the water pipes rattle like a pinball machine
The wall’s are blood red and the sheets are Velveeta
And that girl in one-twelve she goes by Juanita
Juanita’s a dancer, she does the naked ballet
I keep an eye on things while she’s away
She spends all her money
And half of mine too
Trying to get high enough to get naked for you
And I live in a room with a green radio
Curled in the womb of a 29-year-low
Four walls from heaven and one sin from hell
In Room 17 at Deguello Motel
There’s an old Mexican curse this place is named after
And I heard it once, in a box office disaster
The duke told his boys
Said it means leave or die
I don’t know much spanish
But John Wayne don’t lie
And I live in a room with a green radio
Curled in the womb of a 29-year-low
Four walls from heaven and one sin from hell
In Room 17 at Deguello Motel
I’m singin' like a pearl in a bottle of crell (?)
In Room 17 at Deguello Motel