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
 And I was thinking to myself,
 "This could be Heaven or this could be [bad word] 
 Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
 There were voices down the corridor,
 I thought I heard them say...
  [bad word] 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

Mirrors on the ceiling,
 The pink champagne on ice
 And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
 And in the master's chambers,
 They gathered for the feast
 They stab it with their steely knives,
 But they just can't kill the beast
 
Last thing I remember, I was [bad word] for the door
 I had to find the passage 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 you can never leave! " 
 [bad word] 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....