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Hotel Mariyakade

On a dark Bamba Galle-road, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of kothoos, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I heard a deafening noise My nose grew heavy and my tummy grew dim I had to stop for the night There he stood in the doorway; With a kapati smile And I was thinking to myself, ’this could be heaven or this could be hell’ Then he took up two blades and started chopping There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say... Welcome to the hotel Pilawoos Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of Cheese Kothu at the hotel Pilawoos Any time of year, you can find it here So I called up the waiter, ’please bring me a coca cola’ He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’ And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say... Welcome to the hotel Pilawoos Such a lovely place Such a lovely face They rocking it up at the hotel Pilawoos Wha...