Well ole' Babe Ruth he was a drunker just like me
He lived it high and he lived it low
He staggered down the New York streets

They'd throw him out the bar, when he raised a little too much hell
And then he'd lay his big, fat head down at the Gramercy Park Hotel, the Gramercy Park Hotel

Well all these hit men look like organ grinders to me
A rock star's on golden chains
Little monkey's dancin' 'round their feet

But give me a little hat, a little vest, and a little monkey bell
And send my bananas baby to the Gramercy Park Hotel, the Gramercy Park Hotel

And all the publicists sing (la de da de da da) x7

And it's so far gone
And it's so far gone

Maybe this is just a beggar?s life, but maybe it's all a dream
Maybe it's just about kindness, I should forget all my silly schemes
Maybe I'm just a fool, but my fool shoes fit so well
I snuggle up in my big, fool blanket at the Gramercy Park Hotel
The Gramercy Park Hotel (x3)

And all the publicists sing (la de da de da da) x11