On a dark desert Highway

Cool wind in his 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

He had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway

He 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

He thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (such a lovely face)

Plenty of room 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 pretty, pretty boys

That she calls friends

How they dance in the moonlight

Sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember

Some dance to forget