When I go out in the sun pretty ladies come up Well I like it They're like nuns You know restriction is half the fun I bumped into Mr. Frost He says you went to Russia He's been lost He's gotta big head full of hope It's in the garden where it lives with his folks Hey hey hey Chelsea Hotel did it ring my bell? I'd rather be In Pollock Shields With all my friends and Billy Ian (?) who who who Now if you're on Kaye Street Listen up You hear midnight hit the drum We call Mike them Cause you rock but only after midnight, only after 12 o'clock. Hey Hey Hey Chelsea Hotel did it ring my bell? I'd rather be In Pollock Shields With all my friends and Billy Ian (?) Ahhh ahhhh ahhhhh ahhh Now there's no bars there for you guys and no chapels to sadden your eyes But Ms. Lyndsay and Ms. Babs are dressing up like Muslims Someones gonna shoot them bury them in the shades hey hey hey Chelsea Hotel did it ring my bell? I'd rather be In Pollock Shields With all my friends but Billy Ian (?) With all my friends but Billy Ian (?) With all my friends but we're missing Jim who who who