"In the Metz Suite"

In honor of the weekend's activities, I have finally put words to the tune we always hum when we stay in the Metz Suite ("In the Ghetto" by Elvis Presley):

As the condoms fly,
On a cold and dark B-town mornin'
A dirty little whore is fucked on the floor
In the Metz Suite (in the Metz Suite)

And Mike's friends cry,
'Cause if there's one thing that they don't need
It's Mike and this chick interrupting their sleep
In the Metz Suite (in the Metz Suite)

People, don't you understand
The girl just needs some pants
Or she won't leave at any point today
Take a listen over there
Are we too deaf to hear?
Do we simply clap our hands
And laugh about it the next day?

Well his loins yearn
And a horny little boy with nowhere to go
Plays on the floor with a big-tittied ho
In the Metz Suite (in the Metz Suite)

And his penis burns
But he starts to fuck her once again
And she learns how to squeal
And she learns how to grin
In the Metz Suite (in the Metz Suite)

Then one night in desperation
A young girl finds a way
She finds a guy, at a college bar,
And lets him slide it in real far
And his friends cry

As a crowd gathers 'round a happy young man
Face down on the floor with her ass on his hand
In the Metz Suite (in the Metz Suite)

As her dignity dies,
On a cold and dark B-town mornin'
A dirty little whore lies pantless on the floor
In the Metz Suite (in the Metz Suite)