Otis and Marlena [Travelogue] Joni Mitchell

[Verse 1]
Marlena under Foster Grants
She's undercover from the dawn's advance
That girl is travel-drained
And the neon mercury vapor stained Miami sky, it's red as meat
It's a cheap pink rose
Otis in the driver's seat
Watches the street lights fade away
On louvered blocks in green sea air
In fluorescent fossil yards
Slippers are shuffling into folding chairs
Freckled hands are shuffling cards

[Chorus]
They've come for fun and sun
While Muslims stick up Washington

[Verse 2]
Otis empties out the trunk
On the steps of that celebrated dump
Sleazing by the sea
Bow down to her royal travesty
In her ballrooms heads of state
In her bedrooms rented girls
Always the grand parades of cellulite
Jiggling to her golden pools
Through flock and cupid colonnades
They jiggle into surgery
Hopefully beneath the blade
They dream of golden beauty