Going to Hungary lyrics

we touched down in budapest headed straight for the motel rooom and got undressed we had not slept for three or four days and we slipped underneath the covers it felt ok about twelve hours later the sun came out to play i felt it on my eyelids i pushed your hair away you put on your old gloves you put on your new shirt i put on my cowboy boots i slipped on my yellow shirt we headed out, sweat drying on our bodies and i got all sentimental we were heading straight to hell in a lincoln continental