Room on the 3rd Floor — текст песни (Mc Fly)

Room on the third floor,
Not what we asked for.
I`m not tired enough to sleep.
One bed is broken,
Next room is smokin`,
Air conditioning`s stuck on heat.

And outside it`s rainin`,
Hear the guest upstairs complainin`
`Bout the room that`s got their TV too loud.
Cos the times like these remind me
That I`ve got to keep my feet on the ground.

Wake up early,
Round seven thirty,
House keeping knockin` on my door.
Do not disturb sign,
The back of her mind.
I must have left it on the floor. (yeah)

My eyes are hurting,
Cos the cheap nylon curtains.
Let`s the sunlight creep in through from the clouds.
Cos the times like these remind me
That I`ve got to keep my feet on the ground.

Na na na na
Na na na naaah
Na na na na
Na na na naaah

I gues the times like these remind me,
I gues the times like these remind me,
I guess the times like these remind me,
That I`ve got to keep my feet on the ground.

Na na na na
Na na na naaah
Na na na na
Na na na naaah

No No!

I guess the times like these remind me
(the times like these remind me)
I guess the times like these remind me
(the times like these remind me)
I guess the times like these remind me,
That I`ve got to keep my feet on the ground