They Know Us At The Spa - Johnny Socko

3 in the AM, Lincoln northbound

Nobody knows me in this big windy town

Gig is over but i’m not done yet

Feel like shaking the rattle before I crawl into my bassinet

Only one place, and that’s drawing near

Milk of human kindness, skunky Croatian beer

Front desk Ray looks up and says, «Welcome home»

Ain’t no more need to roam…

They know us at the Spa, yeah yeah

They know us at the Spa, yeah yeah

They know us at the Spa, yeah yeah

They know us at the Spa

Best not to overload the elevator

If I were you I wouldn’t even touch the floor

TV’s fine if you like WGN

Odds are 2 to 1 that you’ll get the fresh linen Order what you want,

you’ll end up with something else

Rum turns to whiskey, whiskey becomes gin

You like the Thompson Twins?