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Well I wrestle with my toothbrush each morning at noon I stumble into the bathroom and have my shampoo I'm livin' in a suitcase; lookin' for a call leerin' at the telephone and laughin' to the wall Now I got me a sweet thing she keeps me insane she lays on my chest in the morning if it rains I'm livin' in a suitcase; lookin' for a call leerin' at the telephone and laughin' to the wall I'm a road dog at the Motel Holiday I often wonder what I wanna say give me stage lights on a hot night and the bottom line is a real good time While the waitress is waiting for the waiter to wink she checks on her checks and she drinks on her drink I'm livin' in a suitcase; lookin' for a call leerin' at the telephone and laughin' to the wall Now the nights go quickly when you're asleep but I'm out shufflin' for someplace to eat like a breakfast at the Egg House, a waffle on the griddle I'm burnt around the edges but I'm tender in the middle Aus Songtexte Mania