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?
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