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On a gray backyard evening, beads of rain in my hair

Warm smell of dirty socks, trapped there in the air
Behind the zippery flap, I saw a flickering light
My head grew wiser and I rubbed my eyes
I had to peek in before night

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There they crouched in the doorway;
One beginning to yell
And I was thinking to myself,
“This could be Heaven…

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Or this could be Hell”

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Then she found him a flashlight and she showed him the way
There their voices giggled for hours,
I thought I heard them say…

Welcome to the Hotel Washington
We’ve got a discount rate
On most any date
Plenty of room at the Hotel Washington
For two kids to crash…

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One on either side.

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So I called to the Husband,
I was giddy with glee
He said, “We haven’t had this kind of peace since two-thousand three”
And still their voices are snickering, his and then hers,
But I doubt they’ll stay up ’til the middle of the night
Just so they can say…

Welcome to the Hotel Washington
We’ve got a discount rate
On most any date
We’re livin’ it up in the Hotel Washington
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)

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Considering one of us usually cries

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Last thing I remember, I was
leaning into the tent
He was snug in his blankets
And she was totally spent
“They’ll be fine,” said the husband.
“They’ll sleep until dawn.
So stop worrying about them.
Nothing will go wrong.”

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Welcome to the Hotel Washington…la la la la la
la la la la la…

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