The Bed Took Fire

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