in the beat hotel

the walls have ears

the beat goes on

a naked lunch

the cupboard's bare

a drummer drums

the message comes

the message:

hey what's your name won't you take me to your room

hey what's your name won't you take me to your room



in the beat hotel

a stolen glance

a bed of nails

the desk clerk smiles

he's dressed in red

a tarnished room

a furnished friend

hey what's your name won't you take me to your room

hey what's your name won't you take me to your room



take me one hundred stories up to the moon

take me one hundred stories up to the moon



in the beat hotel

i met a guy

who wasn't real

his chequered past

was just an act

or just a style

or just a lie

in the beat hotel

the walls have ears

the beat goes on

a naked lunch

the cupboard's bare

a drummer drums

the message comes

the message:

hey what's your name won't you take me to your room

hey what's your name won't you take me to your room...