I'm calling you from the foyer
Of the Sands Hotel
Where the men and the women

Are acquainted quite well

And the drunkards keep on drinking

And oh, my room is cold
I'm disputing the bill
I will sleep in my clothes


And you, my invalid friend
You slam the receiver when you say

"If I had your limbs for a day
I would steam away"


I'm calling you from the foyer
Of this awful hotel
Where the slime and the grime

Gel

And I cannot - or, I do not

And oh, my room is cold
And I'm envying you never having to choose


And you, my invalid friend
You slam the receiver when you say
"If I had your limbs for a day

I would steam away"

I'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