Hotel St. George Songtext
von Billy Joel

Well I′ll be this quiet
The hour is lame
Oh, the clerk loves nobody
But no one doesn't hate, no no
Counter lines his face
′Cause I walked through the door
Of the old Hotel St. George
Of the old Hotel St. George

The secret is here now
And into his hands
Was mine on his feelings
For my heads to man, no
The dust from my eyes
It spills to the floor
Of the old Hotel St. George
Of the old Hotel St. George


Hotel St. George
What have we done to you?
Hotel St. George
What have we done to you?

Where once their ladies stood
Now stands a beggar man
That bring back if I could
The days when you were young and grand

When I was a rich man
With silver and gold
Stand up a proper
Outside in the cold
By living apprentice
Stand up aboard
Like the old Hotel St. George
Like the old Hotel St. George

Hotel St. George, what have we done to you?
Hotel St. George, what have we done to you?

Where once their ladies stood
Now stands a beggar man
That bring back if I could
The days when you were young and grand


Hotel St. George
Hotel St. George, whoa whoa yeah
Hotel St. George
Hotel St. George, now now now now now
Hotel St. George, ahhh
Hotel St. George