Baby, let's drive to Madonna Inn,
It's our honeymoon, I wanna see you swoon,
Giddy with love in the Caveman Room,
I'll drape you in printed sheets of zebra skin at Madonna Inn.

Baby, let's drive to Madonna Inn,
We'll have a ball, they got rocks on the wall,
A urinal that looks just like a water fall,
Tonight we'll get that nice, pink, sauna skin at Madonna Inn.

We'll say hello to St. Louie Obispo,
He's got his very own city, it's waiting at our beckon call,
And who needs that boring old San Francisco'
They got the Golden Gate - we'll call it second rate once we've kissed by the bubblegum wall.

Baby, let's drive to Madonna Inn,
I've saved up my dough just so you'd know,
You're my lady Madonna, I'm your Holy Joe,
We'll do everything righteous that your mama calls sin at Madonna Inn.

For every guest, in the desk they got a Gideon Bible,
Come Sunday morning, everything in there's true,
But Friday night is no time right for revival,
We'll stay on our toes to keep that little drawer closed and do what good cave people do.

Baby, let's drive to Madonna Inn,
It's our honeymoon, I wanna see you swoon,
Giddy with love in the Caveman Room,
I'll drape you in printed sheets of zebra skin at Madonna Inn,
Tonight we'll get that nice, pink, sauna skin at Madonna Inn,
We'll do everything righteous that your mama calls sin at Madonna Inn.