Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends 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 1969' 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 place， Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise, bring your alibis"
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 running 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 checkout any time you like, but you can never leave!"