Hotel California                                      place (such a lovely place), such a lovely face   
(Eagles, Gypsy Kings)                                 They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a  
                                                      nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your  
(starts on 'F#')                                      alibis                                            
                                                                                                        
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair        Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on     
Warm smell of colitas, rising through the air Up      ice, and she said "We are all just prisoners      
ahead in the distance, I saw a shimering light        here, of our own device" And in the master's      
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had       chambers, they gathered for the feast They stab   
to stop for the night                                 it with their steely knives but they just can't   
                                                      kill the beast                                    
There she stood in the doorway, I heard the                                                             
mission bell And I was thinking to myself: this       Last thing I remember, I was running for the      
could be heaven or this could be hell Then she        door I had to find the passage back to the place  
lit up a candle and she showed me the way There       I was before "Relax," said the night man, "We     
were voices down the corridor; I thought I heard      are programmed to receive You can check out any   
them say:                                             time you like, but you can never leave"           
                                                                                                        
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, 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 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