Greg Macpherson

We walked out of the nightclub,
two deer right on the street
I moved like the black man Id seen
on the big screen
Collar stiff,
I moved slow like the black man
Through the park
We were strangers to the kids
who think they live in New York
In a downtown park
A danger to ourselves
stumbling around in the dark
Im in a college town
Polyester brown
Stone Killer wide tie
Its all in the hips and the short stride
Back at the terra cotta hotel motel
A fistfight by the pool
Ive got my shirt off in the window
Shes got hers off too
My wifes on the phone,
I call her when the trouble breaks
Televisions on,
watching news about the murder rate
Looking through the blinds at the teen-
aged girls and wondering...
Telling everybody I know that
Im not coming home
Im in a college town
Polyester brown
Stone Killer wide tie
Its all in the hips and the short stride
[ Hotel Motel Lyrics ]