Well,
there's a moon over the motel shining tonight,
but its silver light don't mean a thing.
Cause a moon over the motel,
it just
can't shine through Venetian blinds,
and ain't it a shame
to see the sons and the daughters of the lovers
we used to know,
signed the name as Mr. and Mrs. Jones
and Miss the Johnny Carson Show.
There's a moon over the motel,
but you're wasting your light tonight,
motel moon.
Well, there's a moon over the motel,
it don't fit, you'll have to admit
there's something
wrong for a moon over the motel.
I'll have to repeat,
it's like washing your feet with your stockings on.
There's no more roadside parking for sparking like we used to do.
Cause it ain't very hard to take a
credit card and rent a little rendezvous.
There's a moon
over the motel,
you're wasting your light tonight, motel moon.
There's a moon over the motel,
shining tonight,
but your silver light moon,
it don't mean a thing.
Well, there's a man who is running that motel,
snipping the breeze and down on his knees
a-praying for rain.
Cause every boy and girlie wants to go home early when the weather's
nice,
but on a rainy evening they keep coming
and leaving till he's rented every room
about twice.
There's a moon over the motel,
you're wasting your light tonight, motel moon.
You're wasting your light tonight, motel moon.