Song Description
Alienated newcomer to the big city, unwelcome and unwanted, getting used to how corrupt and on the edge life here is
| Song Length |
3:33 |
Genre |
Rock - Psychedelic |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Frantic |
| Subject |
Life, Frustration |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
London Hotel
Words and Music By Gordon Moir and George Paterson
Oh, the city that never sleeps
Oh, the trouble we never seek
Oh, the city that never sleeps,
The company we never keep.
The trouble we never seek
In a London Hotel
I?ve got my mind made up,
I?ve got my hair combed down,
They?ve got me turning over bodies,
They?ve got me turning over sound.
They?ve got me turning over bodies, got me turning over sound,
Turning over bodies for a measly hundred pound
Change and turn the bed for a measly hundred pounds
Only worth the money, when the maids are spread around
Oh, the city that never sleeps,
The company we never keep.
The trouble we never seek
In a London Hotel
All the men in me local bar say,
?Go home why don?t you??
But I?m only doing jobs
That you?re too lazy to do
They got me working all the hours
All the hours God sent
Working all the hours
Just to eat and pay the rent
A little Western Union and a lot of government
Who are only glad to see me for my twenty five per cent
James Bond
Number Ten
Lady Di
Big red bus
Oh, the city that never sleeps,
The company we never keep
The trouble never seek
In a London Hotel
Local bar say
Home why don?t you
Only doing jobs
Lazy to do
Working all the hours
Hours God sent
Working all the hours
Eat and pay the rent