When you hear twin hammers, and someone says "oof"
You're listening to the sound of the American roof
And real loud music on a cold winter's day
Brings a frown to your face, you want to go away

Sing a song about motel rooms
The only place I feel at home
Sing about how roofers take breaks
Early on they have gone home

Dumpster takes lots of space, so many delays
You wish they would go away
So I'm staying in a motel
Might be there rest of my life

Sing a song of my motel room
The only place I can have peace
Sing about the way sawing and
Pounding makes me crave release

Lots of rain on the roof that's been stripped away
Oh they might finish someday
But I'm enjoying my motel room
Continental breakfast life