ROSA'S CANTINA (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)

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
Might have been 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 drunker than she's able
Dancing on the table.

Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
Some would call it suicide hell 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.