Get out your lighters or she'll ask you all to go
She always lets you know who's there
Don't ever stop her or the writings on the wall
She put the people on the stair

In your phone light trying to make a dance floor
Keep it down now listen for the echo
In the staff room trying to make some sense of it
In your hotel we listened to the Wu Tang
In the front door searching for the back door
In reception trying to get your room key
In the shadows looking for some mad sex
In your hotel we listened to the Wu Tang

Listened to the Wu Tang
We listened for the echo

And now the gravy train is leaving with the bag (she's a yummy mummy)
And you're all wanting more and more (old gold chicken money)
I tell the concierge we need to get too room 237
Smoke is rising through the floor, gotta keep on moving

In your phone light trying to make a dance floor
Keep it down now listen for the echo
In the staff room trying to make some sense of it
In your hotel we listened to the Wu Tang
In the front door searching for the back door
In reception trying to get your room key
In the shadows looking for some mad sex
In your hotel we listened to the Wu Tang

Listened to the Wu Tang
We listened for the echo

Doesn't even matter
We keep moving till our eyes roll back
Singing like the Rza
Singing it the whole way back
Drinking till the liquor runs dry
Baby you just ain't right
Gotta get my legs sat down
I gotta keep on moving

In your phone light trying to make a dance floor
Keep it down now listen for the echo
In the staff room trying to make some sense of it
In your hotel we listened to the Wu Tang
In the front door searching for the back door
In reception trying to get your room key
In the shadows looking for some mad sex
In your hotel we listened to the Wu Tang

Listened to the Wu Tang
We listened for the echo

Listened for the echo
We keep moving till our eyes roll back
Listened for the echo
We keep moving till our eyes roll back
Listened for the echo