stop it lyrics – adrian belew

well i wrestle with my toothbrush each morning at noon
i stumble into the bathroom and have my shampoo
i’m livin’ in a suitcase; lookin’ for a call
leerin’ at the telephone and laughin’ to the wall
now i got me a sweet thing she keeps me insane
she lays on my chest in the morning if it rains
i’m livin’ in a suitcase; lookin’ for a call
leerin’ at the telephone and laughin’ to the wall

i’m a road dog at the motel holiday
i often wonder what i wanna say
give me stage lights on a hot night
and the bottom line is a real good time

while the waitress is waiting for the waiter to wink
she checks on her checks and she drinks on her drink
i’m livin’ in a suitcase; lookin’ for a call
leerin’ at the telephone and laughin’ to the wall
now the nights go quickly when you’re asleep
but i’m out shufflin’ for someplace to eat
like a breakfast at the egg house, a waffle on the griddle
i’m burnt around the edges but i’m tender in the middle

/ adrian belew lyrics