Bubijeva pesmarica

aOn a dark desert highway, cEool wind in my hair,
GWarm smell of colitas risDing up throught the air.
FUp ahead in the distancCe I saw a shimmering light,
DMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim.
EI had to stop for the night.

aThere she stood in the doorwaEy I heard the mission bell
GAnd I was thinking to myself,
'This could be HDeaven or this could be Hell.'
FThen she lit up a candleC​ and showed me the way,
DThere were voices down the corridor
EI thought I heard them say.

WFelcome to the Hotel CalifoCrnia,
Such a lGovely place, such a loavely place.
PlFenty of room at the Hotel CaliforCnia,
Any tGime of year, you can Efind it here.

Haer mind is Tiffany-twisteEd, she's got a Mercedes- Benz
GShe's got a lot of pretty, pretty boyDs
DThat she calls friends.
FHow they dance in the courtyard, sCweet summer sweat
DSome dance to remembeEr, some dance to forget.

aSo I called up the Captain, "EPlease bring me my wine."
He said,G​ "We haven't had that spirit here since
DNineteen-sixty nine."
FAnd still those voices are calling from far Caway.
DWake you up in the middle of the night,
EJust to hear them say.

FWelcome to the Hotel CaliforCnia,
Such a lGovely place, such a loavely place.
They're liFvin' it up at the Hotel CalifoCrnia,
What a nGice surprise, bring your aliEbies.

aMirrors on the ceiling, thEe pink champagne on ice.
And she said, "WGe are all just prisoners here,
Of oDur own device.
FAnd in the master's chambers,
CThey gathered for the feast.
DThey stab it with their steely knives,
But they juEst can't kill the beast.

aLast thing I remember, I was rEunning for the door,
GI had to find the passage back to theD​ place I was before.
FRelax, said the night man, we areC​ programed to receive.
DYou can check out any time you like,
But yEou can never leave.a​