On a dark desert highway, cool whip in his hair
warm smell of penis colonics rising up in the air
up ahead in the distance, he saw a shimmering light
his head grew heavy from the meds and his sights grew dim
he had to stop for the night
there she stood in the doorway
he heard the mission bell
and the waynerd was thinking to himself, "Hey, I recognize that foot smell"!
this could be Heaven as this could be Hell
then she lit up a candle and she showed him the way
there were voices down the corridor,
he thought he heard them say...
welcome to the Hotel Bellevue waynerd
such a lovely place
such lovely feet
plenty of room at the Hotel Bellevue
any time of year, you can find him here
his mind is definately twisted, as the waynerd got the weak knee bends
she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
how those feet dance in the courtyard, sweat summer sweat
some dance to remember, one he'll never forget
so waynerd called for the doctor
please bring me some more dilaudids and wine
he said we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine
and still those voices are calling waynerd from far away
wakes him up in the middle of the night
just to hear them say
welcome to the Hotel Bellevue waynerd
such a lovely place
such lovely feet
they livin' it up at the Hotel Bellevue waynerd
what a nice surprise, bring your alibis
mirrors on the ceiling
the pink pumps are full of champagne on ice
and she said, "We are all just prisoners here waynerd, of our own device."
and in the doctors chambers
they gathered for the feet
they suck and lick them
but they just can't kill that beast named waynerd
last thing he remembered, he was
running for the door
the waynerd had to find the passage back
to the place he was before
relax said the night man
we are programmed to receive
you can check out anytime you like waynerd
but you can never leave!