गाने
I think of all the things you are
As you suck on the glowing end of a cigar
I really mean to wish you well
Down in the depths of your underworld hotel
I trust you now, if you've got it all planned out
Where did you go? Why don't we know?
In your Underworld Hotel
There's nothing left to sell
That's worth what anyone would pay
Writer(s): Amos Pitsch
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