Sitting in My Hotel

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