| 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 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 place) |
| Such a lovely face |
| Plenty of room at the Hotel California |
| Any time of year (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 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 nineteen sixty nine' |
| 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 place) |
| Such a lovely face |
| They livin' it up at the Hotel California |
| What a nice surprise (what a nice suprise) |
| 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!' |