Motel's Greasy Cafe I've lived in a lot of different, exciting, and exotic places.
Like under a staircase, Goodwill box, and this old van, named Jim.
Named it that so when I leave the bar,
I can say I'm headed for the Jim!
Eatin dark chocolate dessert, cool whip in my hair.
Half eaten burrito, the next table's stare.
Move on over, take me a bite.
Table behind me , that boy ain't right!
Even that doesn't stop me, I continue to graze.
Everbody was a looking, calling me crazed.
Relax said the waitress, it's hard to believe
Kick him out every single night, but he never leaves.
I live in a van behind the motel's greasy cafe.
And I'm always here, smellin like old beer.
I live in a van behind the motel's greasy cafe.
Ain't no need to fear, less your hands get near!
Gonna finish that bisket, is ya done with it man?
Slip it in my pocket, and a package of jam.
that last bite of sausage, push it over my way.
Pay no attention , what the waitress say!
My Pant's are really twisted, they on the wrong way
Been trying to change them, last seven days.
If they had em a zipper, change em today
Loan me some pliers, take em off that way!
I live in the van behind this motel's greasy cafe.
And I'm always here, for leftover beer.
I live in the van behind this motel's greasy cafe.
Ain't no need to fear, is ye finished dear?
That there's gone really rancid, got the Green Apple Squirts
give ya gas so bad, even make your eye hurt.
Relax said the Sheriff, let me show you the way
Ain't gonna haul ya in, we afraid you'de stay.
I live in the van behind the motel's greasy cafe.
And I'm always here, for leftover beer.
I live in the van behind the motel's greasy cafe.
Ain't no need to fear, is ye finished dear?
I live in the van behind the motel's greasy cafe.
How ya doing dear? Is ye often here?
I live in the van behind the motel's greasy cafe.
Ain't no need to fear, where ya goin dear?
Hey come back over here!
I won't bite, can't even find my teeth!