Big Hotel

Big Hotel - Big Pig

Oh hoo

Way down the lonely

End of this old street

This building will

Go down in history

Well It's seven stories

High above the ground

And it won't be long till

It comes a tumblin' down

I use to have my name up on the door

And there must've been

So many people here before

In this big hotel

There's a singer

Who never stops singing

And a telephone never stops ringing

There's a dreamer

Who never stops dreaming

And a baby who never stops screaming

Got a story to tell

Wo hoo got a story to tell

And we do it pretty well

Pretty well pretty well

And were madder that hell

In this big hotel

There's a saxaphone screaming and wailing

And a dancer who swooning and swaying

And the devil is taking me under

And the drummer is beating a thunder

Got a story to tell

Wo hoo got a story to tell

And we do it pretty well

And were madder that hell

In this big hotel