If my friends could see me now, driving round just like a film star,
In a chauffeur driven jam jar, they would laugh.
They would all be saying that it's not really me,
They would all be asking who I'm trying to be.
If my friends could see me now,
Looking out my hotel window,
Dressed in satin strides and two-tone daisy roots,
If my friends could see me now I know they would smile.
In a chauffeur driven jam jar, they would laugh.
They would all be saying that it's not really me,
They would all be asking who I'm trying to be.
If my friends could see me now,
Looking out my hotel window,
Dressed in satin strides and two-tone daisy roots,
If my friends could see me now I know they would smile.
Sitting in my hotel, hiding from the dramas of this great big world,
Seven stories high, looking at the world go by-y.
Sitting in my hotel room, thinking about the countryside and sunny days in June.
Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room.
Seven stories high, looking at the world go by-y.
Sitting in my hotel room, thinking about the countryside and sunny days in June.
Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room.
If my friends could see me now, dressing up in my bow-tie,
Prancing round the room like some outrageous poove,
They would tell me that I'm just being used
They would ask me what I'm trying to prove.
They would see me in my hotel,
Watching late shows till the morning,
Writing songs for old time vaudeville revues.
All my friends would ask me what it's all leading to.
Prancing round the room like some outrageous poove,
They would tell me that I'm just being used
They would ask me what I'm trying to prove.
They would see me in my hotel,
Watching late shows till the morning,
Writing songs for old time vaudeville revues.
All my friends would ask me what it's all leading to.
Sitting in my hotel, looking through the window at the people in the street,
Seven stories high looking at the world go by,
Sitting in my hotel, looking at the world outside.
Seven stories high looking at the world go by,
Sitting in my hotel, looking at the world outside.
If my friends could see me now they would try to understand me,
They would ask me what on earth I'm trying to prove.
All my friends would ask me what it's all leading to.
They would ask me what on earth I'm trying to prove.
All my friends would ask me what it's all leading to.
2 comments:
Who cares? Why would anybody be interested in this song? Talk about the opposite of a song that can be enjoyed by many many people. This song is written for young punks who come from nothing and are now famous. There are a total like seven people in the world whom would care. However, you are sitting in your hotel room now whole lame contractors and Mexican workers are destroying your home. Tomorrow morning they start construction on my house. So soon I will be sitting in my hotel just as sad as you.
This song makes me think of all the hotels I've stayed at thus far
I wonder how many hotels that is?
How many hotels do you remember?
Or more importantly, how many hotels remember you?
I've never trashed a room rock n' roll style, I just never saw the point
A hotel room is nice in the sense that it's a room out in the world that you can call your own
It's your eye of the hurricane in the storm of everyday life
I do agree this song has little appeal, it sounds like a filler song they wrote to finish an album
We all know the Kinks are better than this
I am sorry to hear my friends are stuck in hotels while construction crews cause chaos
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