The Ivori Palms

If I ever get out of this jam that I'm in
I will pay you back, you know, my friend
Slip me a letter under my door
Oh it's the only room in the whole hotel
With any space on the floor

All I have is an old typewriter
I don't need really too much more

Did you get my letter?
Did you change your address?
Oh my head is a-clutter
My hair is a mess
Same broken window
Same useless phone
And to the world going on outside my room
In the sky
Carry on

There's a life that I need and it's here at the Ivori Palms
Carry on

But sometimes I get lost inside that dream
You know the one
You come away with me

Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooooh

If I ever get out of this jam that I'm in
I will make things right, you know, my friend
I'll fly you 'round the world
Fly you 'round the world again.