I’m tired of these girlie magazines
I want to stop dreamin’
And get back home to the real thing
Late last night I read the letter you sent
Woke up this morning under a tent
Uh huh, we’ve got a whole lotta lovin’ to do

My mini bar’s empty
But I’m still alive
I’m all alone but my bed’s big enough
For a party of five
Tossing and turning until a quarter to three
Can’t get to sleep without watching TV
Uh huh, we’ve got a whole lotta lovin’ to do

Oh it’s been weeks since I’ve seen you
I’m hoping that you mean it
When you tell me that you understand
But there’s one little thing that I’m worried about
I hope that you remember who I am

(I’m the one with the harmonica)

Everybody else is holding hands
I’m here lonely
Playing around with my microphone stand
But [bad word] home, only one more week
The first three days we won’t get no sleep
Uh huh, we’ve got a whole lotta lovin’ to do