Big Pig - Big Hotel lyrics

Oh,hoo Way down the lonely end of this old street This building will go down in history Well, It's seven stories high above the ground And it won't be long till it comes a tumblin' down I use to have my name up on the door And there must've been so many people here before In this big hotel There's a singer who never stops singing And a telephone never stops ringing There's a dreamer who never stops dreaming And a baby who never stops screaming Got a story to tell, wo hoo, got a story to tell And we do it pretty well, pretty well, pretty well And were madder that hell In this big hotel There's a saxaphone screaming and wailing And a dancer who swooning and swaying And the devil is taking me under And the drummer is beating a thunder Got a story to tell, wo hoo, got a story to tell And we do it pretty well And were madder that hell In this big hotel