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
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 [bad word] than she's able
Dancing on the table

Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
Some would call it suicide [bad word] 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
Careful with that cadillac
Careful with that cadillac
Careful with that cadillac