Oh,hoo.
Way down the lonely end of this old street.
This building will go down in history.
Well, It's seven stories high above the ground.
And it wont be long till it comes a tumblin' down.
I use to have my name up on the door.
and there must've been so many people here before.
In this big hotel.
There's a singer who never stops singing.
And a telephone never stops ringing.
There's a dreamer who never stops dreaming.
And a baby who never stops screaming.
Got a story to tell, wo hoo, got a story to tell.
And we do it pretty well, pretty well, pretty well.
And were madder that hell.
In this big hotel.
There's a saxaphone screaming and wailing.
And a dancer who swooning and swaying.
And the devil is taking me under.
And the drummer is beating a thunder.
Got a story to tell, wo hoo, got a story to tell.
And we do it pretty well.
And were madder that hell.
In this big hotel.