Вершы: Oh Laura. Thunderbird Motel.

This is not a thank-you note
This is just a few words that I wrote
They were never meant for you to hear
It's just that they kept ringing in my ear

Now you can read me like an open book
Read about the beatings that I took
About happiness all shot to hell
Weekend at the Thunderbird Motel

Nanana...
At the Thunderbird Motel

Well the bitter moon is hanging low
Neil Diamond pours his heart out over the radio
And nothing seems to go my way
Except sad songs and cheap chardonnay

Three days in the wilderness
Was all it took to make my life a mess
My happiness all shot to hell
Weekend at the Thunderbird Motel

Nanana...
At the Thunderbird Motel