Hotel of the Damned

Down in the bar they're singing Karaoke
In the restaurant they dance the Hokey-Pokey
In the restaurant they're eating shish-ka-bobs
Everyone likes meat on a stick

The maitre d' is underneath the table
And the whores are called Marie and Mabel
There's a sailor and a conventioneer
Who just might do the trick

So if you need to find me, this here's where I am
I booked myself a room in the Hotel of the Damned

The concierge is naked in the lobby
Like a ghost, only his knees are knobby
And the desk clerk's afraid to pick up the phone
You'll be lucky if you can get a room

And if you do, you'll still have reservations
Every room is filled with strange vibrations
There are demons walking through the halls
In the all-pervasive gloom

So if you need to find me, this here's where I am
I booked myself a room in the Hotel of the Damned