The Yeagles....

Note: After having posted some stuff of my own i figured it was time to post something tht wasnt an original work...
:) first of all hats off to the genius who thght and then did create the mallu version of Hotel California....
(c) Yeagles... thanks..whoever u gals/guys are... great work.. !!
and then thanks to my friend Tripti who actually mailed me this piece!!
enjoyed it thoroughly... and thght it would be criminal if i dint let the others enjoy this piece of great lyrics.. try doing a karaoke... :) its an enjoyable experience.. especially wid these lyrics..
and when ure done remember to say a thanks to the (c) Yeagles... and Tripti who sent this in!! ;)
Disclaimer: these lyrics arnt mine.. ;) lets give credit to the ones who wrote this.. (c)Yeagles!!


HOTEL KERALA-FONIA

On the road to Trivandrum
Coconut oil in my hair
Warm smell of avial
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a bright pink tube-light
My tummy rumbled, I felt weak and thin
I had to stop for a bite
There he stood in the doorway
Flicked his mundu in style
And I was thinking to myself
I don't like the look of his sinister smile
Then he lit up a petromax
Muttering "No power today"
More Mallus down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Such a lousy place,
Such a lousy place (background)
Such a sad disgrace,
Plenty of bugs at the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Any time of year
Any time of year (background)
It's infested here
It's infested here
His finger's stuck up his nostril
He's got a big, thick mustache
He makes an ugly, ugly noise
But that's just his laugh
Buxom girls clad in pavada
Eating banana chips
Some roll their eyes, and
Some roll their hips
I said to the manager
My room's full of mice
He said,
Don't worry, saar,I sending you
meen karri, brandy and ice
And still those voices were crying from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them pray
Save us from the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Such a lousy place,
Such a lousy place (background)
Such a sad disgrace
Trying to live at the Hotel Kerala-fonia
It is no surprise
It is no surprise (background)
That it swarms with flies
The blind man was pouring
Stale sambar on rice
And he said
We are all just actors here
In Silk Smitha-disguise
And in the dining chamber
We gathered for the feast
We stab it with our steely knives
But we just can't cut that beef
Last thing I remember
I was writhing on the floor
That cockroach in my appam-stew was the culprit,
I am sure
Relax, said the watchman
This enema will make you well
And his friends laughed as they held me down
God's Own Country? Oh, Hell!

(c) The Yeagles