This is not a thank-you note   This is just a few words that I wrote   They were never meant for you to hear   It's just that they kept ringing in my ear      Now you can read me like an open book   Read about the beatings that I took   About happiness all shot to hell   Weekend at the Thunderbird Motel      Nanana...   At the Thunderbird Motel      Well the bitter moon is hanging low   Neil Diamond pours his heart out over the radio   And nothing seems to go my way   Except sad songs and cheap chardonnay      Three days in the wilderness   Was all it took to make my life a mess   My happiness all shot to hell   Weekend at the Thunderbird Motel      Nanana...   At the Thunderbird Motel