sitting in my hotel
Singer:kinks, the
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. sitting in my hotel
hiding from the dramas of this great big world
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. sitting in my hotel
looking through the window at the people in the street
seven stories high looking at the world go by
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.