I heard the piledriver waltz It woke me up this morning You look like you've been for breakfast At the Heartbreak Hotel And sat in the back booth By the pamphlets and the literature On how to lose Your waitress was miserable And so was your food

This is the heart break hotel Since you're not around For me to tell ya baby, face to face I'm writing you this letter And this is what I have to say What you do to me You said you'd be here by nine Instead you took your time