I was drivin through the desert when I saw a distant light.—Too tired to make Vegas, thought I'd turn in for the night—And 'Arnes Hawaiian Garden Inn' looked tackier than hell—

So I checked into the 'Bun Boy Motel'.—

(REFRAIN):Just an hour out of Vegas, on old hiway fifteen— where the clerks are always courteous, the rooms are always clean—

And dontcha know they cater to a special clientele—- In Baker, at the Bun Boy Motel.—-

Well I found a clean and quiet room and drifted off to dream—It looked just like a motel 6 but it wasn't what it seemed—

Next mornin' 'fore I ordered up my coffee and my juice—

This feller sat up next to me, and said his name was Bruce—

Well I thought I'd git right outa there, but I am such a dope—

I HAD to have a shower, and that's where I dropped the soap—

I leaned down to retrieve it and then I remembered, hell… I'm stayin' at the Bun Boy Motel—

(refrain)

Now I've been against gay marriage even more snce my divorce— It's not a natural union like a cowboy and his horse—

I've never liked to talk about my problems with romance—

And once I beat a feller up, just for askin me to dance—

But now I've had a change of heart, denial days are through—

I live right off the hiway now on Baker Avenue–

I've found a new position I'm so happy that I stopped—

And Bruce and I got married, and we're hoping to adopt—

Now I'm the queen of fairyland, jest call me 'TinkerBelle'— I'm the desk clerk at the Bun Boy Motel'!

—(Refrain)