Born Drunk

Born from a woman of flesh and bone

You're a little misfit with no home

You writhed in a bloody, bubbly beer flood

I adopted you when she gave you up.

This bed and breakfast hotel is our's

It's neat and tidy and doesn't smell foul

You'll feel safe in our Oyal Htel home

Since you have nowhere else to go

My adopted son Orko will look after you

When we're out of money for clothes and food

Oh, who am I kidding, those clothes you don't wear

It's okay to run around the hotel bare

Sometimes the money in the bank runs short

But for now, this hotel is our special fort