Coming up the drive, there's soon to arrive
A young millionaire in his Rolls Royce
Like the queen before him, he knows what he likes
And this fine country home is the obvious choice

Ah young man, young man
You're far too blind to realise you're part of her plan

Walking through the door, he likes what he sees
A man of means, he's not easy to please
But he's not thought of Emma, who hates to see things change
But he doesn't feel the Imperial Hotel holds something very strange

Ah young man, young man
You're far too blind to realise you're part of her plan

Emma's waiting for him, she's acting out her mime
I'll have to play along he thinks, I'll have to take my time
So he signs the empty register, the first guest in years
And Emma rubbed her wizened hands, dispelling all her fears

Ah young man, young man
You're far too blind to realise you're part of her plan

Follow me, my dear, and the best room shall be yours
Our finest is the bridal suite, unused for fifty years
Take your time in choosing, a mistake is ill-advised
So act the perfect gentleman, and the hotel will be your prize

Along the hall and to the right, you'll find the bedroom door
Fling it wide and enter in, the bridal ghost is yours

He comes to a stop in front of the door and watches her escape
His last view of Emma shows she's old no more, he's paid for his mistake

Dat-da-der-da-dat-dat-der

So now at last he has his wish, he owns this great hotel
A prisoner in these four walls and desperate to sell

Dat-da-der-da-dat-dat-der

Left alone with his memories, he was so much younger then
One day his turn will be done and the story begins again

Left alone with his memories, he was so much younger then
One day his turn will be done and the story begins again