Hotel California sing and play along

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 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 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.'