A passing stranger,
in a terrible hotel somewhere,
a passing upon the stairs,
and a few words of advice,
go, go lightly. go lightly up the stairs,
go lightly past the drunk who sleeps in his chair.
Go lightly and do not disturb,
because he will ramble on more than his fair share.
Yes, go lightly, go lightly up the stairs,
and pray for your bed to still be there.
Because, in this house of ill repute,
the landlord does not care,
and he takes more for his rent than which is fair.
So, go lightly up the stairs,
and try not to wake the landlord,
because he will only ask you for the rent,
of which you should not pay him,
because it is the worst hotel we have ever known anywhere,
and we, we are saving so conscientiously,
to get away from this rat-infested lair.
And so should you,
yes, whatever you do go lightly up the stairs,
for you are likely to be faced with leers and stares,
and the shouts and the screams of the vagabonds,
which will only disturb your night,
but hopefully by the morning you will gone,
if you are not murdered in your bed,
for this place it is cursed I am sure,
so, good luck and good night my friend,
and may you awake to see the dawn,
and when it arrives, we will be long gone,
and I hope you will too,
be far away from there,
far away from there.
