Room Service Songtext
von John Watts

Oh dear Rosanna
What shall I do?
I called room service
And they sent along you
You came in
Met me with a grin
If only you knew
It′s all right
It's all right
It′s all right
It's all right


You don't speak English
I don′t know Chinese
I ordered breakfast for one
And you brought me three
My morning call
Was Arabs in the hall
And you spilt half my tea, but
It′s all right
It's all right
It′s all right
It's all right

It′s all right
It's all right

You look uneasy
You move to and fro
There′s nowhere to put down your tray
Without moving my clothes
Just when I think
You're going to turn pink
You say to my surprise
It's all right
It′s all right
It′s all right
It's all right

It′s all right
It's all right
It′s all right