We used to call it Camelot With all them ladies of Shalott The people liked to Lancelot At the bed of roses And what went on behind the scenes Was way beyond your wildest dreams Life was burstin' at the scenes In the bed of roses
And the band played all night long The band played all night long Song after song after song after song In the bed of roses
The boy stood on the burning deck The strap was buriеd round my neck My fingers bleeding on the frеts At the bed of roses We slept on blankets on the floor A grumbling drummer saddle sore Seven hours and sometimes more At the bed of roses
And the lamps sway side to side The lamps sway side to side If the lamps don't sway you just died At the bed of roses
Temptations reared their ugly heads Some things better off unsaid But I still got the pictures in my head Of the bed of roses And people rave about 54 But I was just a disco store Done for better far before At the bed of roses
And Roy stays forever young Roy stays forever young Roy stays forever young At the bed of roses
So unto us a club was born A fallout shelter from the storm And I was proud to be a thorn In the bed of roses You can never go back so they say And it's a bank now anyway But I can still feel it like yesterday The bed of roses
And the lamps swayed side to side The lamps swayed side to side Local gangsters and their weekend brides In the bed of roses And the band played all night long The band played all night long The silver bugs and Sheridan Down the bed of roses
Compositor: Ian Hunter Patterson (Diane Patterson) ECAD: Obra #38192274