What Kind of Place Is This

Step through the doorway
Into something new.
Round the corner
And the others seem amused.
Leave the business behind
I've got other things on my mind
I've got other things on my mind

Where is my sport coat?
Hey, where did my stuff go?
This place is a crime
And I'm never going to find
Things are getting strange
The confusion in my brain
Just as things appear
They disappear
Excuse me
Excuse me
Excuse me mister
Excuse me mister
What kind of place is this?
What kind of place is this?

Fall down
Take a seat
Catch
Wanna play with my new toy?



Credits
Writer(s): Harold Hall
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