hey you, when you offer a bed,
you must have first read,
hotel management by Don Trump himself,
anyway, you'll need guests

I know, Ivana was queen,
now she's a has been
and her hotels are roach motel scenes, anyway
you'll need guests

and when you need guests,
when they need rest,
they'll all tell you that
your pillows must fit a guy
with a place for their hats
I'm telling you that, I'm telling you that I'm telling you that
you'll need guests

you need to
ensure your cash flow,
before you go broke,
or just be another old sad, busted broke,
so I say, go find guests..




Hey you, you're a child in my head
You haven't walked yet
Your first words have yet to be said
But I swear you'll be blessed

I know you're still just a dream
your eyes might be green
Or the bluest that I've ever seen
Anyway you'll be blessed

And you, you'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
You'll be blessed

I need you before I'm too old
To have and to hold
To walk with you and watch you grow
And know that you're blessed

and when you need guests,
when they need rest,
they'll all tell you that
your pillows must fit a guy
with a place for their hats
I'm telling you that, I'm telling you that I'm telling you that
you'll need guests

and when you need guests,
when they need rest,
they'll all tell you that
your pillows must fit a guy
with a place for their hats
I'm telling you that, I'm telling you that I'm telling you that
you'll need guests