Gramercy Park Hotel - Edwin Mccain

Ol' Babe Ruth, he was a drunkard just like me

He lived it high, and he lived it low

Staggered down the New York streets

They throw him out the pub, when he raised a little too much hell

And then he lay his big fat head down at the

Gramercy park hotel

The Gramercy park hotel

All these hit men, look like organ grinders to me

Rock stars on golden chains, little monkeys dancin' round their feet

Well give me a little hat, little vest, and a little monkey bell

And send my bananas baby to the

Gramercy park hotel

The Gramercy Park Hotel

And all the publicists sing

La di da di da da, La di da di da da, La di da di da da

La di da di da da, La di da di da da, La di da di da da

La di da di da da, La di da di da da, La di da di da da

And its so far gone

And its so far gone

Maybe this is just a beggars life, and maybe its all dream

Maybe its just about kindness I should forget all my silly schemes

Maybe I’m just a fool, but my fool shoes fit so well

Snuggled up in my big fool blanket at the

Gramercy Park Hotel

The Gramercy Park Hotel

The Gramercy Park Hotel

The Gramercy Park Hotel

And all the publicists sing

La di da di da da, La di da di da da, La di da di da da

La di da di da da, La di da di da da, La di da di da da