On a dark desert highway

Cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas

Rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance

I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself

“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”

Then she lit up a candle

And she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor

I thought I heard them say

“Welcome to the Hotel California”

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

Plenty of rooms at the Hotel California

Any time of year

You can find it here



Her mind is Tiffany-twisted

She got the Mercedes Benz

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys

That she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard

Sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember

Some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain

“Please bring me my wine”

He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here since 1969”

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say

”Welcome to the Hotel California “

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

They living it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise

Bring your alibis”



Mirrors on the ceiling

The pink champagne on ice

And she said, “We are all just prisoners here

Of our own device”

And in the master’s chambers

They gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives

But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember

I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back

To the place I was before

“Relax.” said the night-man

“We are programmed to receive

You can check out any time you like

But you can never leave!”