The Roach Motel

Cockroaches in my house.
Cockroaches in my mouth.
Cockroaches in my ear.
Cockroaches in my beer.
We tried everything on the store shelf.
From sticky traps to Roach Motels.
We even tried to bomb the place.
With two cans of police officer's mace.
Nothing seems to work so far.
They already turned the roach motel into a bar.
Sometimes there's jazz music after dark.
On those nights I hear there's a $5 cover charge.
The line goes around the corner and a valet cockroach parks tiny cockroach cars.
I even caught them having sex in the refrigerator.
Their smile's still stuck to the rolled up newspaper.
The gecko's have decided to move out.
I guess it's not their type of crowd.
A new place, would be a heaven sent.
But the only thing that flys higher than the cockroaches, is Da Rent!