Grand Hotel Songtext

von Procol Harum

Tonight we sleep on silken sheets
We drink fine wine, and eat rare meats.
On carousel and gambling stake
Our fortunes speed, and dissipate
It's candle light and chandalier,
It's silver plate and crystal clear.
It'serenade and Sarabande
The nights we stay at Hotel Grande

Tonight we dine at Hotel Ritz
(A golden dish with every wish).
It's mirrored walls, and velvet drapes
Dry champagne, and bursting grapes,
Dover sole, and Oeufs Mornay,
Profiteroles and Paech Flambe.
The waiter's dance and finger tips
The night we dine at Hotel Ritz.

One more toast to greet the morn
The wine and dine have danced till dawn.
Where's my Continental Bride?
We'll Continental slip and slide.
An early morning pinch and bite -
(These French girls always like to fight).
It's serenade and Sarabande
The nights we stay at Hotel Grande.