Paroles officielles de la chanson «Hotel» : Pritchard Bill

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Hotel"

Hotel Ideal
In the Hotel Ideal
The Hotel
In the Hotel Ideal……

You climb 3 flights of stairs
Where everybody’s lurking
You climbed 3 flights of stares
Cos everybody’s looking

In the Hotel Ideal
The Hotel
In the Hotel Ideal

The rooms of unmade cares
And yesterdays stained linen
The rooms were sordid affairs
That the sun would never look in

In the Hotel Ideal
The Hotel
In the Hotel Ideal
The Hotel

He beds were plastic because of the urine
I met a Greek bloke who claimed he was Scottish
And graffiti was my good night read
The shower didn’t work like the pros and cons did

Montmartre was such a high place my knees gave way
Montmartre was such a high place my knees gave way

In the Hotel Ideal
The tariff sign as faded as the clientele
In the Hotel Ideal
A thing of beauty as far as I could tell