They Know Us At The Spa

3 in the AM, Lincoln northbound
Nobody knows me in this big windy town
Gig is over but i'm not done yet
Feel like shaking the rattle before I crawl into my bassinet
Only one place, and that's drawing near
Milk of human kindness, skunky Croatian beer
Front desk Ray looks up and says, "Welcome home"
Ain't no more need to roam...

They know us at the Spa, yeah yeah
They know us at the Spa, yeah yeah
They know us at the Spa, yeah yeah
They know us at the Spa

Best not to overload the elevator
If I were you I wouldn't even touch the floor
TV's fine if you like WGN
Odds are 2 to 1 that you'll get the fresh linen Order what you want, you'll end up with something else
Rum turns to whiskey, whiskey becomes gin
You like the Thompson Twins?