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 I'm coming 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.