Lyrics:

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
Might have been the dust in my eyes
Could've been the neon cactus lightin' 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 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
Easy with that Cadillac
Easy with that Cadillac
Easy with that Cadillac
Some of this and some of that
Pass me that Cadillac