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 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
