Going to Rosa's Cantina
Going to Rosa's Cantina
Hoping that she's still there
Going to Rosa's Cantina

Might have been the dust in my eyes
Might have been the dust in my eyes
Could have been the neon cactus
Lighting up the desert sky
Must have been the dust in my eyes

Some would call it suicide
Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
Some would call it suicide

Dancing on the table
Dancing on the table
Dancing on the table
When she's drunker than she's able
Dancing on the table

Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
Some would call it hell on earth

Is she right? Is she wrong?
Will she sing another song?
Wicked as it seems right now

Rosa wants her baby back
Rosa wants her baby back
Since he's gone she's losing track
Rosa wants her baby back

Easy with that Cadillac
Easy with that Cadillac
Easy with that Cadillac
Some of this and some of that
Pass me that Cadillac

We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky & Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

If you're leaving close the door.
I'm not expecting people anymore.
Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor.
Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man and my world is pale.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know there ain't no sadder tale.

Had a friend once in a room,
had a good time but it ended much too soon.
In a cold month in that room
we found a reason for the things we had to do.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man, now my room is cold.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know he feels it from his soul.

Good Golly! said little miss Molly
When she was rockin' in the house of blue light
Tutti Frutti was oh so rooty
When she was rockin' to the east and west
Lucille was oh so real
When she didn't do her daddies will
Come on baby drive me crazy, do it, do it
I'm a speed king - You got to hear me sing
I'm a speed king - See me fly

Saturday night and I just got paid
Gonna fool about, ain't gonna save
Some people gonna rock, some people gonna roll
Gonna have a party to save my soul
Hard headed woman and a soft hearted man
They've been causing trouble since it all began
Take a little rice, take a little beans
Gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans
I'm a speed king - You got to hear me sing
I'm a speed king - See me fly

Good Golly said little miss Molly
When she was rockin' in the house of blue light
Tutti Frutti was oh so rooty
When she was rockin' to the east and west
Some people gonna rock, some people gonna roll
Gonna have a party to save my soul
Come on baby, drive me crazy, do it, do it

Can you remember remember my name
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold spirits of ice
All my life
I am the echo of your past

I am returning the echo of a point in time
Distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life
Shadows of another day

And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers

I know I must remain inside this silent
  well of sorrow

A strand of silver hanging through the
  sky
Touching more than you see
The voice of ages in your mind
Is aching with the dead of the night
Precious life (your tears are lost in
  falling rain)

And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers

Watch him ride into the sunset
He'd have the little fat guy right along his side
Echoing off the canyon, Hey Cisco from Pancho
N' pretty soon the black sombrero would reply
Hey Pancho, what's happening, mi amigo
It's getting somewhere near the end, this winding trail
When we've raced around the corner for the final dusty time
Mr Renaldo 'n' Carillo's going to jail

What they doing to my friend
What they doing to my man
Don't matter when, I'll stay to the end
Hey Cisco, let's go out in style
Going down together
Going down together
Going down together
Going down

Can't open no more supermarkets
Duncan's sombrero's hanging up there with his guns
Some cigarro sucking slag under a chip Hollywood chandelier
Says "Cisco kid, you know your day is done"
Let me know how you are doin', Mr Renaldo
If you need me I could be a friend for life
There don't seem any point, we should throw 'way all these years
Why don't we saddle up and ride out one more time

What they doing to my friend
What they doing to my man
Don't matter when, I'll stay to the end
Hey Cisco, let's go out in style
Going down together
Going down together
Going down together
Going down

What they doing to my friend
What they doing to my man
Don't matter when, I'll stay to the end
Hey Cisco, let's go out in style

What they doing to my friend
What they doing to my man
Don't matter when, I'll stay to the end
Hey Cisco, let's go out in style
Going down together
Going down together
Going down together
Going down

Oah nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound

Oh it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I bleed it
Yeah it's a wild hurricane
Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna have my girl
She stays close on every bend

Oh she's a killing machine
She's got everything
A moving mouth
Body control and everything
I love her an' I need her, I seed her
Yeah she turns me on
Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my head
I got speed inside my brain
Nobody gonna steal my head
Now that I'm on the road again

Oh I'm in heaven again
I've got everything
Like a moving ground
An open road and everything
I love it and I need it, I seed it
Eight cylinders all mine
Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound

Oh it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I bleed it
Yeah it's a mad hurricane
Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star