I'm calling you from the foyer Of the Sands Hotel Where the men and the women Are acquainted quite wellAnd the drunkards keep on drinking And oh, my room is cold I'm disputing the bill I will sleep in my clothesAnd you, my invalid friend You slammed the receiver when you say If I had your limbs for a day I would steam awayI'm calling you from the foyer Of this awful hotel Where the slime and the grime gelAnd I cannot, or, I do not And oh, my room is cold And I'm envying you never having to chooseAnd you, my invalid friend You slammed the receiver when you say If I had your limbs for a day I would steam awayI'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
