Forty-seven push-ups

In a winter-rate seaside motel

I feel like Travis Bickle

I'm listening to "Highway to Hell"

It's a shitty little tape I taped off the radio

Thirty-nine push-ups

In a winter-rate seaside motel

Thirty-two push-ups

In a winter-rate seaside motel

Not looking too good

Not feeling so well

Thirty-seven push-ups

In a winter-rate seaside motel

I'm going up again

I'm going up again

Goin' up to go down again