The palmer house You held onto a key From a previous stay we can't afford Henry floats through the floors And we down mini bottles The conference room Where we always camp out Has a grand piano I sit and play while Blake and Jessica sing We evade the housekeeping Knock on all the doors Marked 'do not disturb' Make a dash, become The Chicago cold Somewhere down the line You will find your warmth But I will not return We're knee-deep now in the outer boroughs