 Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air |
 Welcome to the Hotel California(MH Café)... |
 This could be heaven |
 And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' |
 you can find it here |
 at the Hotel California (MH Café) |
 Some dance to remember, some dance to forget |
 Her mind is Tiffany-twisted |
 'Relax' said the nightman |
 Wake you up in the middle of the night |
 She got the Mercedes Benz |
 So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine' |
 They gathered for the feast |
 Then she lit up a candle ... |
 He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since 1969' |
 and she showed me the way |
 They just can't kill the beast |
 She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, |
 There she stood in the doorway |
 And still those voices are calling from far away |
 In the Master's chamber |
 Just to hear them say |
 What a nice surprise, bring your alibis |
 They livin' it up at the MH Café |
 I had to stop for the night |
 Such a lovely place |
 I heard the mission bell |
 Plenty of room |
 Up ahead in the distance, |
 My head grew heavy... |
 down the corridor |
 I had to find the passage back |
 We are programmed to receive |
 I thought I heard them say... |
 Any time of year... |
 You can check out any time you like |
 Such a lovely face |
 Welcome to the Hotel California |
 And my sight grew dimmer |
 there were voices |
 And I was thinking to myself |
 but you can never leave |
 such a lovely place |
 that she calls friends |
 He said 'We haven't had that spirit here since 1969' |