One time on a highway,

Cold wind in my hair,

Mirages and heatwaves,

Rising up through the air...

Far ahead in the distance,

I thought I saw a small sight.

My tank was empty and my sight was dim,

I had to stop for the night...

There he stood in the doorway...

Held e mission bell...

and I was thinking myself

"This could be heaven or this could be hell"

Then he lit up a flashlight,

And he showed me on in.

I heard voices through a nearby door...

I thought I heard through the din:

Welcome to the Hotel California,

Such a lovely place,

Girl I like your face,

Plenty of room at the Hotel California,

Anytime of year,

I have lots of cheer...

The manager's name is Pippin,

He's got a Mercedes Benz,

He got a lot of pretty, pretty girls,

Who he calls friends...

How they'll dance in the courtyard,

I feel the sweat...

Some dance to remember,

Some dance to forget...

So I called up room service,

"Please bring me my wine."

He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since

Nineteen-Ninety-Nine"

And still these voices are calling me far away...

They'll wake you in the middle of the night,

Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California,

Such a lovely place,

Such a lovely face...

Living it up at the Hotel California...

What a nice surprise...

Bring your alibis...

Mirrors on the ceiling,

Red champagne on Ice,

And he said,

"We are all just prisoners here...

Of our own device..."

In their master's cambers,

They gathered for a feast.

Though they stab at it with steely knives,

They just can't kill the beast...

Last thing I remember I was,

running for the door,

I had to find a hallway back,

To the place I was before...

"Relax," said the night man,

"We are programmed to receive.

You can check out any time you like but,

But you can never leave..."