Kinda Small

It’s… kind of small One bunk bed that’s all Oh! A toilet and a basin A squeeze for me and Jason Who would have thought we’d end up here? It’s dirty and smells of fart and beer When I see the host I will complain This is ridiculous, it’s utterly insane It’s my first time here, with a stranger How could they do this, placing my life in danger They call this a holiday? Huh! I’ve been in better by far The walls are a peeled, tobacco yellow, I suppose in a crude way it could be cosy and mellow Seems like they take pride in their security Well in this neighbourhood it must be a surety Jason lies there in his bed Drooling and moaning, holding his head Uh! Here comes the host, maybe we can change all this “Hello Mr. Hall you’ve been arrested for drink driving while being pissed.” What? so this is not a hotel?