Rose's Cantina Songtext

There's a place where we go almost once every week Where we wine and dine down in the shady glow And it's tacos and nachos sweet margeritas Tortillas and red beans and pretty signoritas Down at the Rose's Cantina You gotta feel the spirit, you gotta touch the Spirit in Rose's Cantina, Rose's Cantina You can take your friends you can hear the band play You gotta get down to where it's really at Hear the tinkles in the consertinas Do the bamba with the ballerinas Down at the Rose's Cantina You gotta feel the spirit, you gotta touch the Spirit in Rose's Cantina, Rose's Cantina in Rose's Cantina, in Rose's Cantina Rose's Cantina, Rose's Cantina When you're tired and sore Rose's takes you Up the snowcap mountains To turn into a true casanova Come on all of us people let's celebrate the cup's filled up and the table's layed Hands down with your friends Red, yellow or black You gotta feel the spirit, you gotta touch the Spirit in Rose's Cantina, Rose's Cantina Roses Cantina...