Texty: McFly. Room On The 3rd Floor.

Room on the third floor, not what we asked for
I'm not tired enough to sleep
One bed is broken, next room is smokin'
Air conditioning's stuck on heat

And outside it's rainin' hear the guest upstairs complainin'
'Bout the room that's got their TV too loud
'Cause the times like these remind me
That I've got to keep my feet on the ground

Wake up early, 'round seven thirty
House keeping knockin' on my door
Do not disturb sign, the back of her mind
I must have left it on the floor

My eyes are hurting 'cause the cheap nylon curtains
Let's the sunlight creep in through from the clouds
'Cause the times like these remind me
That I've got to keep my feet on the ground

Na na na
Na na na
Na na na

I guess the times like these remind me
I guess the times like these remind me
I guess the times like these remind me
That I've got to keep my feet on the ground

Na na na
Na na na
Na na na

No, no

I guess the times like these remind me
I guess the times like these remind me
I guess the times like these remind me
That I've got to keep my feet on the ground