Howard Johnson

Beneath that yellow glowing street lamp a pretty girl sat weeping
Same way I’ve seen her do about a hundred times before
Tears were falling down into a puddle upon the asphalt
Pretty one’s a crying in that Ho Jo parking lot
It was the first time in my sixteen years that I heard Mr. Big played
Not the one you’re thinking of it’s the lyrics of a pimp
Coming out hard, we were living large
In the Howard Johnson parking lot Saturday night
Feel your way into a blue lit room
Where the smoke’s so thick from the cigarettes and the weed your brother bought
you
Katie got her braces off at 12 o’clock on Thursday
If the evening goes as planned then we’ll be frenching in my car
Too many coolers and she’s puking in the bushes
Of the Howard Johnson parking lot Saturday night
Feel your way into a blue lit room
Where the smoke’s so thick from the cigarettes and the weed your brother bought
you
Hazy rings around the moon
Forget the springtime cause the summers coming soon
Everything seems just right
You can feel it in the air tonight
You can feel it in the air tonight