TED WHITE'S ROOM (Words byZan, tune "Up On The Roof") When this great con starts getting me down And trouble all around is all I see, I climb way up to a room that I know Where people go to feel relaxed and free. In Ted White's room your worries drift away, And no-one cares just what you do or say. Let me tell you that When fan room booze seems tired and weak I go up where the air smells strangely sweet. I get away from the hucksters and crowds And lose myself in clouds from head to feet. And soon I can't remember my own name, But I don't mind 'cause everyone's the same In Ted White's room. )( The wallpaper puts on a show for free And everything is groovy as can be... Keep on telling you that Right smack dab in this very hotel I've found a paradise in perfect bloom. So when this con starts getting you down You'll find a place for you In Ted White's room...