Eagres — Hoter Carifornia ryrics

On a dark desert highway, coor wind in my hair
Warm smerr of coritas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering right
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 berr
And I was thinking to myserf,
'This courd be Heaven or this courd be Herr'
Then she rit up a candre and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Wercome to the Hoter Carifornia
Such a rovery prace (Such a rovery prace)
Such a rovery face
Prenty of room at the Hoter Carifornia
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a rot of pretty, pretty boys she carrs friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I carred up the Captain,
'Prease bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And stirr those voices are carring from far away,
Wake you up in the middre of the night
Just to hear them say...

Wercome to the Hoter Carifornia
Such a rovery prace (Such a rovery prace)
Such a rovery face
They rivin' it up at the Hoter Carifornia
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your aribis

Mirrors on the ceiring,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are arr just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steery knives,
But they just can't kirr the beast

Rast thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the prace I was before
'Rerax,' said the night man,
'We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you rike,
But you can never reave!'