I'm calling you from the foyer
Of the Sands Hotel
Are acquainted quite well
And the drunkards keep on drinking
Where the men and the women I will sleep in my clothes
And oh, my room is cold
I'm disputing the bill And you, my invalid friend
You slam the receiver when you say
If I had your limbs for a day
I would steam away Of this awful hotel
I'm calling you from the foyer
Gel
Where the slime and the grime And I cannot And oh, my room is cold And I'm envying you never having to choose And you, my invalid friend
I would steam away
You slam the receiver when you say If I had your limbs for a day I'm calling you from the foyer
Of the Sands Hotel
Having a good time
It's not lowAnd oh, my invalid friend
Oh, my invalid friend
In our different ways we are
The same.
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