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Hotel Hell
by Skyhooks
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Thursday is pay-day so I thought I'd have some fun
Go down to the hotel and find me some action
They say that's where it happens
They say that's where it's at
But when I paid the doorman I knew I'd smelt a rat
The band playing in the corner may be Clapton, Beck or Jimi
No one seemed to care much someone said it sounded tinny
Well so much for the good time then the rat began to smell
I knew I'd hit the middle of Hotel Hell
I headed for the men's room feeling like a long lost pup
But it was overcrowded with guys all throwing up
So I crossed my legs and went back to the bar
Someone trapped my shoulder
Hey they just ripped off your car
So much for the good time so much for the fun
So much for my Chevy I shoulda brought my gun
Hotel Hotel Hell stand aside everybody I'm gonna rebel
Hotel Hotel Hell if you think the beer is rotten
You should see the clientele
When I got back you know my car had been smashed
I went back inside to get my paycheck cashed
Some girl came up to me and said
How about a chat
Like to read some poetry or maybe paint my flat
She said I like your body but gee I hate your face
When it gets dark enough come over to my place
So much for the good time see you later Jezabel
Show me to the door I gotta leave this Hotel Hell
I saw Frankenstein, Gargantua and Eskimo Hell
Down at this place they call Hotel Hell
Someone stole my trousers and tore off my lapel
At this place out in the suburbs called Hotel Hell
When Thursday comes around you know I'm staying home
Yes I've learnt my lesson there's no way I'm gonna roam
From the room above the laundromat on the dirty side of town
When the fridge is always full and the beers not watered down
Where they never lock their cars or punch each other heads
Spike your drinks with mandies or try to sell you reds
Where Clapton, Beck and Jimi are jamming in the sun
And the girls are very friendly I think I'll get me one
You know I've had a good time drinking my moselle
Forget about this place they call Hotel Hell
Hotel Hotel Hell bad place to visit and a rotten place to dwell
Hotel Hotel Hell ain't nothing like there ain't no parallel
Thursday is pay-day so I thought I'd have some fun
Go down to the hotel and find me some action
They say that's where it happens
They say that's where it's at
But when I paid the doorman I knew I'd smelt a rat
The band playing in the corner may be Clapton, Beck or Jimi
No one seemed to care much someone said it sounded tinny
Well so much for the good time then the rat began to smell
I knew I'd hit the middle of Hotel Hell
I headed for the men's room feeling like a long lost pup
But it was overcrowded with guys all throwing up
So I crossed my legs and went back to the bar
Someone trapped my shoulder
Hey they just ripped off your car
So much for the good time so much for the fun
So much for my Chevy I shoulda brought my gun
Hotel Hotel Hell stand aside everybody I'm gonna rebel
Hotel Hotel Hell if you think the beer is rotten
You should see the clientele
When I got back you know my car had been smashed
I went back inside to get my paycheck cashed
Some girl came up to me and said
How about a chat
Like to read some poetry or maybe paint my flat
She said I like your body but gee I hate your face
When it gets dark enough come over to my place
So much for the good time see you later Jezabel
Show me to the door I gotta leave this Hotel Hell
I saw Frankenstein, Gargantua and Eskimo Hell
Down at this place they call Hotel Hell
Someone stole my trousers and tore off my lapel
At this place out in the suburbs called Hotel Hell
When Thursday comes around you know I'm staying home
Yes I've learnt my lesson there's no way I'm gonna roam
From the room above the laundromat on the dirty side of town
When the fridge is always full and the beers not watered down
Where they never lock their cars or punch each other heads
Spike your drinks with mandies or try to sell you reds
Where Clapton, Beck and Jimi are jamming in the sun
And the girls are very friendly I think I'll get me one
You know I've had a good time drinking my moselle
Forget about this place they call Hotel Hell
Hotel Hotel Hell bad place to visit and a rotten place to dwell
Hotel Hotel Hell ain't nothing like there ain't no parallel
