Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Gonna wash off my clothes, scrape off all of the grease
Gonna lock the doors and turn my back on the world for a while
Gonna stay right there till I paint my masterpiece
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I’ve got me a date with Botticelli’s niece
She promised that she’d be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece