Get out your lighters
Or she'll ask you all to go
She always lets you know who's there
Don't ever stop her
or the writings on the wall
She put the people on the stair
In your phone light
trying to make a dance floor
Keep it down now
listen for the echo
In the staff room
trying to make some sense of it
In your hotel
we listened to the Wu Tang
In the front door
searching for the black door
In reception
trying to get your room key
In the shadows
looking for some mad sex
In your hotel
we listened to the Wu Tang
We listened for the echo
And now the gravy train
Is leaving with the bag ( she's a yummy mummy )
And you're all wanting more and more ( old gold chicken money )
I tell the concierge we need to get too
Room 237
Smoke is rising through the floor
Gotta keep on moving
In your phone light
trying to make a dance floor
Keep it down now
listen for the echo
In the staff room
trying to make some sense of it
In your hotel
we listened to the Wu Tang
In the front door

searching for the black door
In reception
trying to get your room key
In the shadows
looking for some mad sex
In your hotel
we listened to the Wu Tang
We listened for the echo
Doesn't even matter
We keep moving till our eyes roll back
Singing like the Rza
Singing it the whole way back
Drinking till the liquor runs dry
Baby you just ain't right
Gotta get my legs sat down
I gotta keep on moving
In your phone light
trying to make a dance floor
Keep it down now
listen for the echo
In the staff room
trying to make some sense of it
In your hotel
we listened to the Wu Tang
In the front door
searching for the black door
In reception
trying to get your room key
In the shadows
looking for some mad sex
In your hotel
we listened to the Wu Tang
We listened for the echo
We keep moving till our eyes roll back
We keep moving till our eyes roll back

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Writer(s): SERGIO PIZZORNO