Motel Mood
Candy ButchersVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
New York City has all been done
It's stretched out like a cat, sleeping in the sun
We've gotta get away from this two-footed beast
Surfing these canyons with boards nailed to his feet
Hotels are for lovers who want to relive the first time
When they discover little soap as souvenirs, they wash the dreams out of their eyes
Motels are for lovers who don't want a home away from home
Just a place to leave something down at the side of the road
(2nd time
is )
Audrey, put away your heart
Put away your heart
C'mon angel, let's fly out of this room
I'm in a motel mood
C'mon baby, I'll give you something to lose
I'm in a motel mood
We'll sink quarters in the magic fingers 'till the old bed stalls
We'll play hide-the-maid beneath these wood-paneled walls
We'll let our tears fill the bathtub for the landlocked martyrs
Everything looks bigger underwater
C'mon baby, we'll strap your wings to my shoes
I'm in a motel mood
If your momma was around she'd wash our mouths out with soap
And if my daddy was alive, he'd string us up by this rope
So pack up our playthings, collect our marbles
And leave the roadside flowers in these Listerine bottles
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Readable chord sheet for Motel Mood by Candy Butchers
[Bm7] [E] [Am] [Fmaj7] [G]New York City [C]has [D/F#]all been [G]done [G]It's stretched out [C]like a cat, [D/F#]sleeping in the sun [C] We've gotta get away from this two-footed beast Surfing these canyons with boards nailed to his feet Hotels are for lovers who want to relive the first time When they discover little soap as souvenirs, they wash the dreams out of their eyes Motels are for lovers who don't want a home away from home Just a place to leave something down at the side of the road [Bm7] [E] [Am] [Fmaj7] (2nd time is [Fadd9]) Audrey, put away your heart Put away your heart [G]C'mon [C]angel, let's [D/F#]fly out of this [G]room I'm in a motel mood C'mon baby, I'll give you something to lose [G]I'm [C]in a [D/F#]motel mood [C] We'll sink quarters in the magic fingers 'till the old bed stalls We'll play hide-the-maid beneath these wood-paneled walls We'll let our tears fill the bathtub for the landlocked martyrs Everything looks bigger underwater C'mon baby, we'll strap your wings to my shoes I'm in a motel mood If your momma was around she'd wash our mouths out with soap And if my daddy was alive, he'd string us up by this rope So pack up our playthings, collect our marbles And leave the roadside flowers in these Listerine bottles