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'll 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 steal 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 steal 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