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 a 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
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 bends