Lyrics
On the road to Trivandrum,
Coconut oil in my hair
Warm smell of avial,
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance,
I saw a bright pink tube-light
My tummy rumbled, I felt weak and thin,
I had to stop for a bite
There he stood in the doorway,
Flicked his mundu in style
And I was thinking to myself,
I don’t like the look of his sinister smile
Then he lit up a petromax,
Muttering “No power today”
More Mallus down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel Kerala-fonia,
Such a lousy place,
Such a lousy place (background),
Such a sad disgrace,
Plenty of bugs at the Hotel Kerala-fonia,
Any time of year
Any time of year (background),
It’s infested here
It’s infested here
His finger’s stuck up his nostril,
He’s got a big, thick mustache
He makes an ugly, ugly noise,
But that’s just his laugh
Buxom girls clad in pavada,
Eating banana chips
Some roll their eyes, and
Some roll their hips
I said to the manager,
My room’s full of mice
He said,
Don’t worry, saar,I sending you
meen karri, brandy and ice
And still those voices were crying from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them pray
Save us from the Hotel Kerala-fonia,
Such a lousy place,
Such a lousy place (background),
Such a sad disgrace
Trying to live at the Hotel Kerala-fonia,
It is no surprise
It is no surprise (background),
That it swarms with flies
The blind man was pouring,
Stale sambar on rice
And he said,
We are all just actors here
In Silk Smitha-disguise,
And in the dining chamber
We gathered for the feast,
We stab it with our steely knives
But we just can’t cut that beef,
Last thing I remember
I was writhing on the floor,
That cockroach in my appam-stew was the culprit,
I am sure,
Relax, said the watchman
This enema will make you well,
And his friends laughed as they held me down
God’s Own Country? Oh, Hell!