on a forsaken highway...cruel inn lyin' there
stern voiced mamacita...cryin' out in despair
up ahead in the distance...i saw a pair of headlights
the rain was heavy and the night was grim
i knew she'd stop for the night

then she walked through the doorway
i heard the desk clerk bell
and i was thinkin' to myself
she looks like heaven but mom's mad as hell
then i picked up her satchel...and i showed her the way
this could turn into a horror show
my inner voice did say

welcome to the motel, where i'll gore ya
what a likely place (what a likely place)
for a murder case
killed in your room at the motel, where i'll gore ya
they will find you, dear (they will find you, dear)
in a swamp that's near

my mind is definitely twisted...i've got a murderous twinge
i act like i am very very coy...then unhinge
when gals bathe in the bathroom...rinse off their sweat
this dame, i'll dismember...this dame, i will get

so i have a conniption
whee ! ...bring in my knife
egad !
i sneak up on that damsel there
and quickly end her life
and mama's voice will be callin' from far away
shakes me up and i gotta put things right
quietly i say

welcome to the motel, where i'll gore ya
such a creepy place (such a creepy place)
i've a creepy face
i'm slicin' 'em up at the motel, where i'll gore ya
what a big surprise (what a big surprise)
when i terrorize

starin' at the ceiling...this pink young dame, i iced
she's dead !
i'm the local murderer here...though i seem quite nice
but in a damsel's chamber...i'm rather like a beast
i stab 'em with my steely knife
and they'll soon lay, all deceased

the last thing i remember...i was runnin' to the door
i had to hide the evidence...that was layin' on the floor
"relax", said my mama, "i will help you to deceive"
"you just chuck her anywhere you want"
"make sure, no prints, you leave"