The sun was down, the mist was high
   I just kissed my love goodbye
   She was off to chase a will
   From an uncle in west Brazil
   So there I was, all alone
   Another week away from home
   Walking down some foggy street
   Looking out for a place to sleep
   But a sound through the wind was carried well (oh so well)
   The squeaking sign of Quay Hotel
  
   Well the lights were dim, the lifts were slow
   Still people, they come and go
   Full of whispers and shady deals
   Pouring out over greasy meals
   Then evening came, and songs would flow
   From the lady at 'le grande piano'
   But the voice of Lilli-Ann
   Sounds suspiciously like a man
   Funny how I never heard those songs (all those songs)
   But they knew them well - in Quay Hotel
  
   Well the song and dance went raving on
   But I kept feeling there was something wrong
   For the look on every face
   Put a gloom on this eerie place
   Nervously they seemed to wait
   For some dramatic unknown fate
   They seemed to know their every stand
   Like a spring-winding monkey band
   I ran up to the door and tried to turn the keys
   But a porter said, 'This way, please
   Retire to your room
   For your turn will be coming soon.'
   And the night began to feel so long (oh so long)
   I didn't sleep so well - in Quay Hotel
  
   I knew I was a mistaken face
   In this macabre waiting place
   For the guests of this Hotel
   Are checked in by the tolling bell
   For I awoke in the same old foggy street
   Without a trace in hell - of Quay Hotel.