Holiday Hotel

Cold December evening,
The holidays again,
Another Norman Rockwell Christmas,
And he forgot to paint you in.
No sugar-plums in your bonnet,
No stockings hung with care,
Well take a ride downtown cause there’s a party waiting there.

At the Holiday Hotel,
At the Holiday Hotel,
When there’s no room at the inn,
They’re bound to let you in,
At the Holiday Hotel,

Don’t need no explanations,
Only one thing they ask,
Leave your demons at the door,
Hey you can always have them back,
It gets so lonely at Christmas,
And nobody is immune,
Don’t matter if you’re rich or poor,
They’ve always got a room,

At the Holiday Hotel,
At the Holiday Hotel,
It don’t matter where you’ve been,
They’re bound to let you in,
At the Holiday Hotel,

Well it’s a boffo celebration every Christmas Eve,
Everybody’s rockin’, all around the Christmas tree,

If your happy, smiling brats,
Are with the ex in Omaha,
If you got laid off at the plant,
Or you’ve had trouble with the law,
Could be you’re just plain boring,
Or you’ve been in a haze for years
Well it’s Christmas time and I’ll bet a dime you’ll have a good time here,

At the Holiday Hotel,
At the Holiday Hotel,
When there’s no room at the inn,
They’re bound to let you in,
At the Holiday Hotel,

I said the Holiday Hotel,
I said the Holiday Hotel,
You don’t need no invitation,
To join the celebration
We’re gonna rock, we’re gonna roll,
We’re gonna elevate our souls,
We’re gonna jump, we’re gonna sing,
Let the Christmas spirit ring,
At the Holiday Hotel,
At the Holiday Hotel….

© 1992 Eaglestone Music