The Bed Took Fire

I'm calling you from the foyer 
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.