She had big rosy red hips Really nice and round She had juicy red lips That really lay me down She stuck me in a taxi And drove me way cross town Guess where she took me?
She took me down Down to Floyd's Hotel
She brought me down Down to Floyd's Hotel They got a lotta cheap rooms Always somethin' nice to sell
Smilin' Jim He's the cat that checks you in Big fat smilin' Jim You know he signs you in Don't ask where you're goin' He don't care where you been
Oh, they're 'bout to get me, baby They're about to hit me, too Come on, Tarzan, howl
They got a fella there They call him Tyrone
Fella hangs out in the hall They call him Tyrone Just give him five dollars He can really turn you on Check out
Everybody sing it now C'mon down Down to Floyd's Hotel C'mon down Down to Floyd's Hotel They got a lotta cheap rooms Always somethin' nice to sell
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