Stock Music track: Crappy Hotel

Humurous swinging vocal jazz. Pokes fun at low budget hotel rooms and life on the road. Big band horns and rhythm section. Punchy horn arrangements. Male Vocals, Jazz Music, Swing / Big Band. T8979 39.95 39.95

Track details

Track ID number: 8979
Genres: Vocal Jazz music - royalty free jazz with vocals -- Jazz: General & faster jazz -- Specialty, Novelty, Sound-Alike
Moods/Emotions: Happy / Joyful / Positive -- Funny / Playful / Whimsical / Comical
Suggested Production Types: Comedy / Sitcom / Dramedy
Prominent Instruments: Bass (Upright/Acoustic) -- Drums (Drum Kit) -- Piano (Acoustic) -- Vocals (Male) / Singing with Lyrics
Keywords / Hints: jazz, vocal jazz, jazz with vocals, male vocal, funny, comic, comedy
Tempo feel: Medium
Tempo Beats Per Minute: 134
Artist: Buddy Moncrief
Composer: Buddy Moncrief (BMI)
Publisher: Acoustic SwaneeLand (BMI)
SRCO (Sound Recording Copyright Owner): Buddy Moncrief
PRO / Non-PRO Track? PRO (What's this?)
WAV file bit depth: CD-quality / 16-bit (What's this?)
Stem files available for this track: No
Lyrics: Crappy Hotel, Crappy Hotel
That pungent odorous smell
Hey; I know you
I've been here before
Deja Vu to the core
And I know what's in store
Before the night is through

Crappy Hotel, I once again fell
For your discount rated, newly updated lies
You'd think that I'd know
Some better place to go
But money's tight
It's a bullet I bite with my fries

Crappy Hotel, Crappy Hotel
Crappy Hotel, I love you!

Crappy Hotel, Crappy Hotel
I'd sooner be a sinner standing at the gates of hell
I've been here before
I've tasted your crap du jour
And I know what's in store
Before the night is through

Crappy Hotel, I'm under your spell
Psycho room with no view
Norman Bates has the flu
And the maid's got a sweet tatoo
The ice machine's broke
Oh how you provoke
Evil thoughts in my mind
'Cuz I can't seem to find the shampoo

Crappy Hotel, Crappy Hotel
Crappy Hotel, I love you !
Album containing this track: (None)
About the Artist
Buddy Moncrief Buddy Moncrief

Somewhere out on New Route 66, about 50 miles west of Sinatra and 75 miles east of Tom Waits, Swanson struts his swingin' and singin'. He loves Dave Frishberg songs and Johnny Walker in a tumbler. He'd like to hear Kurt Elling cover Stone Temple Pilots. Lonnie Johnson is God.

On his latest full-length release "We Can't Party Like We Used To" (2009 Acoustic SwaneeLand), Swanson pounds out 12 original vocal jazz cuts with a cool retro vibe. His bluesy vocals and tasty guitar licks remind of crooners past and present - Sinatra, Cole, John Pizzarelli come to mind - but his clever songwriting has a leaner, edgier feel to it that puts him squarely in the current century.