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