It's these substandard motels on the corner of 4th and Fremont Street   (La, la, la, la, la)   Appealing only because they are just that unappealing   Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering      The rooms have a hint of asbestos   And maybe just a dash of formaldehyde   And the habit of decomposing   Right before your very eyes   (La, la, la, la)      Along with the people inside   What a wonderful caricature of intimacy   Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy      Tonight tenants range from a lawyer and a virgin   Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie   She's getting a job at the firm come Monday      The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney   Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money   Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy      Yeah   (Yeah)      And not to mention, the constable   And his proposition, for that virgin   Yes, the one the lawyer met with on strictly business   As he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before      After he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact   There was a terrible crash, between her and the badge   (There was a terrible crash)   She spilled her purse and her bag   And held a purse of a different kind      Along with the people inside   What a wonderful caricature of intimacy   Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy      There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses   It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses   At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains   And a few more of your least favorite things      Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses   It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses   At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains   And a few more of your least favorite things      Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy   Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy      Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses   It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses   At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains   And a few more of your least favorite things      Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses   And the sleeping with the roaches and the taking best guesses   At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains   And a few more of your least favorite things