Let me take you down, 'cause we're going to... the Texas Motel.
Don't mind the smell.
It's nothing to get hung about.
Please leave your cash on the table.

Weeping looks better with eyes closed...
While I'm confessing all my sins.
[Oh, please forgive me. Oh, I've sinned!]
It's getting hard to plook someone, but it all works out.
It's all pornography to Jim.

Let me take you down, 'cause we're going to... the Texas Motel.
We might go to hell.
But we'll have lots of company.
Falwell and Pat and that weasel.

No one knows who's in my dream...
[Bud McFarlane, ladies & gentlemen]
I mean it must be high or low. (I think)
[freshly indicted] I mean, I can't you know, tune in, but it's all right.
[He can plea bargain this one]
That is, I think it's not too bad.

Let me take you down, 'cause we're going to... the Texas Motel.
Don't mind the smell.
It's just some jizz from Jimmy-boy.
How 'bout some hay for the donkey?

No one knows, sometimes think it's me...
[Ed Meese, ladies & gentlemen] But you know, I know when it's a dream.
[I think]
I think I know, I mean, I guess, but it's all wrong.
[Wait a minute, that's right]
That is, I think I disagree. [Uhh...]

Let me take you down, 'cause we're going to... the Texas Motel.
Don't mind the smell.
It's just some old pornography.
Just keep on strokin' that sausage.
Just keep on strokin' that sausage.
[Jimmy-boy!] Just keep on strokin' that sausage.