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
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