Sitting in My Hotel - The Kinks

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