On a dark desert highway...

[mommaU4]

cool wind in my hair...

 

[wvjules]

the warm smell of calitas
rising up in the air

 

[Nickunited]

cool wind in my hair...

Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air

 

[hugsquared]

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

 

[SwedishMeatball]

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

 

[Disney1fan2002]

I had to stop for the night.

 

[SwedishMeatball]

There she stood in the doorway

 

[Disney1fan2002]

I heard the mission bell

 

[mommaU4]

I heard the mission bell...

 

[SwedishMeatball]

And I was thinking to myself

 

[mommaU4]

'this could be heaven or this could be hell'

(hmmm, can we use that word in this context? )

 

[malibuconlee]

Then she lit up a candle

 

[Disney1fan2002]

And she showed me the way

 

[TDC Nala]

It's not "she lit up a Ken doll?"

 

[mommaU4]

there were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say....

 

[SwedishMeatball]

Welcome to the hotel california

 

[BriarfoxinWA]

Such a lovely place..

 

[mommaU4]

such a lovely face...



http://www.snopes.com/music/songs/hotel.htm (this has some interesting info on the lyrics to this song)

 

[TDC Nala]

I have always wanted to put the wrong lyrics together for this.


On a dock, there’s a highway
Cool Whip in my hair
One parapalegic
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
An ocean of light
My head grew hairy and my sack rolled in
I had to stop for the night
Dead fish 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 Ken doll
And she showed me the way
I heard some horses down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Don’t go to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Renting a room at the Hoedown California
Any time you’re here
You can buy me beer.

Her mind was stiff and he twisted
She’s got the worst eighties band
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls Sven
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Sundance to remember
Sundance dance to forget
So I come to the Hilton
Please bring me my wife
He said
We haven't had that spilled in here since 1969
And still those whatchamacallits from far away
We threw up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Wake up to the oat man, can’t afford ya.
Such a lovely Place
Such a lovely face
Many a room at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
When you’re out of ice

He lives on the ceiling
Pictures of Jim Rice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our only vice
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab them while they’re still in ice
But they just can't kill the thief
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
Good night, said the madman
We are programmed to recede
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave

 

[SwedishMeatball]

I have always wanted to put the wrong lyrics together for this.


On a dock, there’s a highway
Cool Whip in my hair
One parapalegic
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
An ocean of light
My head grew hairy and my sack rolled in
I had to stop for the night
Dead fish 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 Ken doll
And she showed me the way
I heard some horses down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Don’t go to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Renting a room at the Hoedown California
Any time you’re here
You can buy me beer.

Her mind was stiff and he twisted
She’s got the worst eighties band
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls Sven
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Sundance to remember
Sundance dance to forget
So I come to the Hilton
Please bring me my wife
He said
We haven't had that spilled in here since 1969
And still those whatchamacallits from far away
We threw up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Wake up to the oat man, can’t afford ya.
Such a lovely Place
Such a lovely face
Many a room at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
When you’re out of ice

He lives on the ceiling
Pictures of Jim Rice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our only vice
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab them while they’re still in ice
But they just can't kill the thief
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
Good night, said the madman
We are programmed to recede
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave