There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

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 a Mercedes-Benze
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to rememeber
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 nineteen sixty-nine”
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’re living it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice
And she said, “We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device”
And in their 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 pace I was before
“Relax,” said the night man
“We are programmed to receive
You can check out anytime you like
But you can never leave”