Hotel del Swell by Neal Fox

Kitchen Help—It’s a regular party in here.

(Here in the kitchen, ev’rything is bitchin)

Dirty Water

Take your order

Sprig o’ parsley sits above it

Shine those dishes

Clean those fishes

Take the trash out

God, I love it!

Don’t need no business cards

Don’t need no resumé

No college education is required

In the kitchen all your troubles seem to melt away

And it’s never too hot for the good life that we got.

Chef’s a master

I get plastered

See those rich ladies stuff their faces

Special dishes

Special wishes

I can take them to special places

Where the grease is flying

And the Champagne’s flowing

And the pots and pans beat rhythm like no other

It’s a symphony of sweet ‘n’ sour

Getting sweeter by the hour

Never too hot for the good life that we got.

We’re the players in some

Half forgotten, half-baked play

Still, we’re the ones who get to light your fire

It’s a mystical experience, that’s what they say

And it’s never too hot for the good life that we got.

Bridal Suite—Love, romance, and the anticipation of a new life together

Don’t Wake Me Up—You’ve been traveling all day and can’t wait to hit the pillow. Tick, tick, tick…BZZZZ!

Get Off My Back—Married since they were kids, they don’t hear each other anymore. She nags. He mumbles. Two recordings on an endless loop.

Room for One—Even in a crowded city, you can still be all alone.

No Monkeys—Kasnovski’s Animals made the rooms unlivable, so the story goes. Since then the hotel has strict rules about animal acts. Especially ones with monkeys.

Working Girls—They’ve been around since the Grand Opening. Though still elegant, like the hotel, they’re in need of some minor repairs.

A Night Like This—It was supposed to be a one night stand. Then he looked into her eyes.

Widgets—They descend on the Hotel del Swell from all parts of the world. They wear seersucker suits. They have fake hair. They sell widgets

Next Bottle of Wine—Is he really a hero? Or is his mind gone from booze?

My lady

Do you care to dance with me?

Conductor

Why don’t you play that song again

Your perfume

The smell of roses

Those shoes you wear

Are they really glass

Now the hour of twelve

Has come to pass

And it sure has been a wonderful evening,

The talk was good and the food was so fine

But the time has come to awake from my dreaming

I’ll be seeing you all

Next bottle of wine

My friends there’s

No need to honor me

I’m sure if

You wore my shoes

You’d have done the same

I’m glad my life

Could have helped few

In the name of God

I thank you all

It’s a lucky man who hears the call

And it sure has been a wonderful evening,

The talk was good and the food was so fine

But the time has come to awake from my dreaming

I’ll be seeing you all

Next bottle of wine

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