If my friends could see me now,
Driving 'round just like a film star,
In a chauffeur driven jam jar, they would laugh,
They would all be saying that it's not really me,
They would all be asking who I'm trying to be
If my friends could see me now,
Looking out my hotel window,
Dressed in satin strides, and two-tone daisy roots
If my friends could see me now, I know they
would smile
Chorus:
Sitting in my hotel,
Hiding from the dramas of this great big world,
Seven stories high, looking at the world go by,
Sitting in my hotel room, thinking of
the country side,
And sunny days in June,
Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel
room
If my friends could see me now,
dressing up in my bow-tie
Prancing round the room like some outrageous poove
They would tell me that I'm just being used
They would ask me what I'm trying to prove
They would see me in my hotel
Watching late shows till the morning
Writing songs for old time vaudeville revues
All my friends would ask me what it's all leading to
Chorus:
Sitting in my hotel, looking through
the window at the people in the street
Seven stories high looking at the world go by
Sitting in my hotel, looking at the world outside
If my friends could see me now they
would try to understand me
They would ask me what on earth I'm trying to prove
All my friends would ask me what it's all leading to