When I go out   in the sun  pretty ladies   come up  Well I like it  They're like nuns  You know restriction is half the fun    I bumped into   Mr. Frost  He says you went to Russia  He's been lost  He's gotta big head  full of hope  It's in the garden  where it lives with his folks    Hey hey hey    Chelsea Hotel  did it ring my bell?  I'd rather be  In Pollock Shields  With all my friends  and Billy Ian (?)    who who who    Now if you're on Kaye Street  Listen up  You hear midnight  hit the drum  We call Mike them  Cause you rock  but only after midnight, only after 12 o'clock.    Hey Hey Hey    Chelsea Hotel  did it ring my bell?  I'd rather be  In Pollock Shields  With all my friends  and Billy Ian (?)    Ahhh ahhhh   ahhhhh ahhh    Now there's no bars there for you guys  and no chapels to sadden your eyes  But Ms. Lyndsay and Ms. Babs are dressing up like Muslims  Someones gonna shoot them  bury them in the shades    hey hey hey    Chelsea Hotel  did it ring my bell?  I'd rather be  In Pollock Shields  With all my friends  but Billy Ian (?)  With all my friends  but Billy Ian (?)  With all my friends  but we're missing Jim    who who who