I'm calling you from the foyer
Of the Sands Hotel
Where the men and the women
Are acquainted quite wellAnd the drunkards keep on drinking
And oh, my room is cold
I'm disputing the bill
I will sleep in my clothesAnd you, my invalid friend
You slammed the receiver when you say
If I had your limbs for a day
I would steam awayI'm calling you from the foyer
Of this awful hotel
Where the slime and the grime gelAnd I cannot, or, I do not
And oh, my room is cold
And I'm envying you never having to chooseAnd you, my invalid friend
You slammed the receiver when you say
If I had your limbs for a day
I would steam awayI'm calling you from the foyer
Of the Sands Hotel
It's not low-life, it's just people
Having a good time
And oh, my invalid friend
Oh, my invalid friend
In our different ways
We are the same
Compositor(es): Morrissey Stephen Street.
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