The Kinks - Sitting in My Hotel lyrics
[The Kinks - Sitting in My Hotel lyrics]
If my friends could see me now
Driving round just like a film star
In a chauffeur driven jam jar
They would laugh
They would all be saying that
It's not really me
They would all be asking who I'm trying to be
If my friends could see me now
Looking out my hotel window
Dressed in satin strides and
Two-tone daisy roots
If my friends could see me now
I know they would smile
Sitting in my hotel
Hiding from the dramas of
This great big world seven stories high
Looking at the world go by-y
Sitting in my hotel room
Thinking about the countryside and
Sunny days in June trying to hide the gloom
Sitting in my hotel room
If my friends could see me now
Dressing up in my bow-tie
Prancing round the room like
Some outrageous poove
They would tell me that I'm just being used
They would ask me what I'm trying to prove
They would see me in my hotel
Watching late shows till the morning
Writing songs for old time vaudeville revues
All my friends would ask me
What it's all leading to
Sitting in my hotel
Looking through the window at the
People in the street
Seven stories high looking at the world go by
Sitting in my hotel
Looking at the world outside
If my friends could see me now
They would try to understand me
They would ask me what on
Earth I'm trying to prove
All my friends would ask me
What it's all leading to
Driving round just like a film star
In a chauffeur driven jam jar
They would laugh
They would all be saying that
It's not really me
They would all be asking who I'm trying to be
If my friends could see me now
Looking out my hotel window
Dressed in satin strides and
Two-tone daisy roots
If my friends could see me now
I know they would smile
Sitting in my hotel
Hiding from the dramas of
This great big world seven stories high
Looking at the world go by-y
Sitting in my hotel room
Thinking about the countryside and
Sunny days in June trying to hide the gloom
Sitting in my hotel room
If my friends could see me now
Dressing up in my bow-tie
Prancing round the room like
Some outrageous poove
They would tell me that I'm just being used
They would ask me what I'm trying to prove
They would see me in my hotel
Watching late shows till the morning
Writing songs for old time vaudeville revues
All my friends would ask me
What it's all leading to
Sitting in my hotel
Looking through the window at the
People in the street
Seven stories high looking at the world go by
Sitting in my hotel
Looking at the world outside
If my friends could see me now
They would try to understand me
They would ask me what on
Earth I'm trying to prove
All my friends would ask me
What it's all leading to