C                   C/A    C/G
Somewhere below the grand hotel
C                      C/A           C/G
There is a tunnel that leads down to hell
C                    C/A         C/G
Take the dumbwaiter, the laundry chute
C                                    C/A           C/G
Then sneak through the hall past the boy's shining boots 
F                          Am 
Then left at the courtyard through the old Garden
F                      Am 
Where all the bellhops smoke with the guards
              C              F      G
And then you run to the old lake house
 C               F      G
Down to the old lake house
 C              F      G            C                       
Run to the old lake house where it begins


[Verse 2]
C                       C/A           C/G
Under the floorboards there's a deep well
C                       C/A           C/G
That leads to a spring that sprung up in hell
C                       C/A           C/G
That's where old devils danced and kissed
C                       C/A           C/G
And made their blood pacts in the ancient myths
F                          Am
And running through forest they screamed in chorus
F                          Am
While piercing fair maidens' chests with their horns
              C              F      G
And then they lay in the grass 'til the dawn came
 C               F      G
Sleeping away 'til the dawn came
C              F      G            C
Lay in the grass where now stands the Grand Hotel


[Chorus]
F 
The Maître D' and a fancy chef
C              F    
Silver's real, the liquor's top shelf
F 
Play some tennis, swim in a pool
C                  F
Stroll the garden shady and cool
C                    F     G
You won't care that the devils
C                F     G
Won't mind that the devils
C                F     G         C
Won't know that the devils are near


[Verse 3] 
C                       C/A           C/G
Somewhere below the grand hotel
C                       C/A           C/G
There is a tunnel that leads straight to hell
C                       C/A           C/G
But no one comes up for the souls anymore
C                       C/A           C/G
They come for some comfort and for the dance floor
F                          Am
And hiding sharp horns under fedoras
F                          Am
Do not disturb signs instead of a chorus
      C              F      G
They toss and turn 'til the dawn comes
C              F      G
On soft sheets 'til the dawn comes
C              F      G      C
No one sleeps at the grand hotel


[Chorus]
F
Room service, mini-bar
C              F 
Scented soaps, chauffeured cars
F
Stay a day, stay a week
C              F 
Here's the tunnel, take a peek
C                    F     G
Just call up your friends at the front desk
C                    F     G
Any hour at the front desk
C                    F     G
Call up your friends at the Grand Hotel
C                    F     G            C
You'll always have friends at the Grand Hotel