| I'm calling you from the foyer | |
| Of the Sands | |
| HotelWhere 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 dayI would steam away" | |
| I'm calling you from the foyer | |
| Of this awful hotel | |
| Where the slime and the grime | |
| GelAnd I cannot - or, | |
| I do notAnd 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 dayI would steam away" | |
| I'm calling you from the foyer | |
| Of the Sands | |
| HotelIt'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. |