In order to add a little romance to the place, and get everyone in the mood, I shall now gently strum my instrument, whilst I sing this sad, but inspiring little number.........
called "The Railway Hotel"
<AHEM......TWANG oops!....twang twang....that's better....AHEM>
"We went to the room and we bolted the door
The bass from the juke box came up through the floor
And out through the walls we could still hear the roar
Of the trains
Was this all the comfort we got for our sins
No candles, no waiters, no soft violins
A dirty electric convector plugged in
To the mains
I wanted much more for the first night with you
But the railway hotel was the best I could do
I knew the Savoy would have suited you well
But the best I could do was the railway hotel
Away in the sky were the lights of a jet
They burned in the night like a slow cigarette
The lamp in the street threw a soft silhouette
On the wall
Although it was crumbling and run down and dead
The chair, a sink and an old single bed
The love that began and the things that we said
I recall
I wanted much more for the first night with you
But the railway hotel was the best I could do
I knew the Savoy would have suited you well
But the best I could do was the railway hotel
I wanted much more for the first night with you
But the railway hotel was the best I could do
I knew the Savoy would have suited you well
But the best I could do was the railway hotel."
Thank you <bows> Thank you <bows again> No..please...you can stop clapping now.....really......
