the bongos
beat hotel
In the beat hotel The walls have ears The beat goes on A naked lunch The cupboard's bare A drummer drums The message comes The message: Hey what's your name won't you take me to your room Hey what's your name won't you take me to your room  In the beat hotel A stolen glance A bed of nails The desk clerk smiles He's dressed in red A tarnished room A furnished friend Hey what's your name won't you take me to your room Hey what's your name won't you take me to your room  Take me one hundred stories up to the moon Take me one hundred stories up to the moon  In the beat hotel I met a guy Who wasn't real His chequered past Was just an act Or just a style Or just a lie In the beat hotel The walls have ears The beat goes on A naked lunch The cupboard's bare A drummer drums The message comes The message: Hey what's your name won't you take me to your room Hey what's your name won't you take me to your room...