Words & music by paul simon

Couple in the next room

Bound to win a prize
They've been goin' at it all night long
Well I'm tryin' to get some sleep

But these motel walls are cheap
Lincoln duncan is my name
And here's my song, here's my song


My father was a fisherman
My mama was a fisherman's friend

And I was born in the boredom and the chowder
So when I reached my prime
I left my home in the maritimes

Headed down the turnpike for new england, sweet new england

Holes in my confidence

Holes in the knees of my jeans
It's left without a penny in my pocket
Oo-o wee i's about as

Destituted as a kid could be
And I wish I wore a ring
So I could hock it I'd like to hock it





A young girl in a parking lot
Was preaching to a crowd
Singin sacred songs and

Reading from the bible
Well I told her I was lost
And she told me all about the pentecost

And I seen that girl as the road to my survi-ival

Just later on the very same night

When I crept to her tent with a flashlight
And my long years of innocence ended
Well she took me to the woods sayin'

"here comes somethin' and it feels so good!"
And just like a dog I was befriended
I was befriended


Oh, oh, what a night
Oh what a garden of delight

Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playin' my guitar
Lying underneath the stars

Just thankin' the lord for my fingers
For my fingers