- Auteurs : Phil May, Wally Waller
- Album :
- The Pretty Things / Philippe Debarge (2009)
- Rock St. Trop (2017)
- Durée : 3 min 40 s
Cette histoire de chambre d’hôtel, inspirée d’une véritable anecdote survenue à Philippe Debarge, a des accents très dylaniens.
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Taking one look at my fuzzy hair, the desk [???] started to say:
« Sign here and take your key, son, and try to keep it off the bed »
When I said that I would see to it, but instead right in the [???]
He said « that ain’t what’s hanging me up, I was talking about your hat »
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On my way down to the restaurant, I passed a cocktail bar
I stepped inside for a Cointreau, but I decided to have a [jar?]
« You won’t get a drink out of me, » said the barman as he looked down to the [floor?]
And the [lone?] came [???] to explain just how to use a door
Check check check out (I’m checkin’ out)
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« Take me to the dirty floor room third and twenty-nine »
That’s what I told the [???] when I was staring inside
I crossed his [???] to find [???] too soon
‘Cause looking round his [???] he said « I’m sorry son, not my room »
Check check check out (I’m checkin’ out)
Check check check out (I’m checkin’ out)
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Got to get out of here, can’t take no more
When I got back to my room [???] still the [???]
To my surprise, she’d unpacked my case, thrown the clothes around the floor
I reached for my bag [???]
[???] she was screaming for the law
Check check check out (I’m checkin’ out)
Check check check out (I’m checkin’ out)
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