[Verse 1: Minneapolis-funk male lead, sly over the punchy drum machine] Thursday at the Linden in a room up on nine Brought a toothbrush and a shirt and a bottle of wine She came up at eleven in a coat and a smile Said, "I'm only stayin' one night," then she stayed a while Friday mornin' I go down in my socks to the desk Say, "Can I get another night?" and the man says, "I guess" Then I lean on the counter like I'm makin' a deal And I ask him for one more thing, and I don't hide how I feel [Chorus: Minneapolis-funk male lead] Front desk, front desk, can I get two keys? One for the lady and one for me Hang the little sign on the knob, let it swing Checkout time don't mean a thing [Verse 2: Minneapolis-funk male lead, the choppy funk guitar gettin' louder] Saturday, Sunday, Monday, then a week Housekeeping knockin', and we don't let 'em peek Second week Dolores knows the lady by her name Room service man knows the order's still the same Two eggs over easy and a pot of black tea And a slice of the cake for the lady, not me Third week her clothes start showin' up in drawers And her plants on the sill, and her shoes by the doors Fourth week her cat's in the tub, and he's mad And the bill on the floor is the most I ever had [Chorus: Minneapolis-funk male lead] Front desk, front desk, can I get two keys? One for the lady and one for me Hang the little sign on the knob, let it swing Checkout time don't mean a thing [Guitar Answers: Minneapolis-funk male lead, a choppy funk guitar lick answers every line] Then the phone on the wall gives a ring at ten Manager says, "Could you come downstairs again?" He's got a folder and a pen and a look on his face Says, "Sir, a month in a room ain't a stay, it's a place" "You got a cat and a fern and a lady and a rug And a towel on the door with your name on it, bud" So we laugh all the way to the street with the cat Sign a lease cross the road where the bakery's at Now I got two keys on a ring, brass and true One for the lady, and the other one too [Chorus: Minneapolis-funk male lead, last time, the guitar still answerin'] Front desk, front desk, can I get two keys? One for the lady and one for me Hang the little sign on the knob, let it swing Checkout time don't mean a thing [Outro: Minneapolis-funk male lead] Still hang the sign on the knob, every night Still callin' her room service, and she says, "All right" [End]
