Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) - Live at the Roxy Theatre, W. Hollywood, CA - July 1978

Wherever she is, on the strip, outside, inside, wherever you may be

Rosie, come out tonight

Spread out now, Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins

You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game

You pick up Little Dynamite and I'm gonna pick up Little Gun

Together we're gonna go out tonight, we'll make that highway run

You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie

Well I don't want to be your son

The only lover I'm ever gonna need's

Your soft sweet little girl's tongue

You're the one

Dynamite's in the belfry, baby, playin' with the bats

Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's

Tryin' out his attitude on all the cats

Papa's on the corner, waitin' for the bus

Mama's home in the window, waitin' up there for us

She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs

You know we ain't gonna come

I ain't here on business, only here for fun

So what's the big deal then?

Rosalita, jump a little lighter

Senorita, come sit by my fire

Well I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar

Rosie, you're my stone desire

Jack the Rabbit, Weak Knees Willie, you know they're gonna be there

Gonna be Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billy, they're comin' up for air

We're gonna (play some pool), skip some school, act real cool

Stay out all night, it's gonna feel all right

Well, Rosie, come out tonight

Rosie, come out tonight

Windows are for cheaters

Chimneys for the poor

Closets are for hangers

Winners, use the door

Rosalita, jump a little lighter

Senorita, come sit by my fire

I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar

Rosie, you're my stone desire, yeah

On the piano, Professor Roy Bittan

On the guitar, Miami Steve Van Zandt

On the bass guitar, Mr. Garry W. Tallent

On the drums, The Mighty One, Mighty Max

On the organ, now you see him, now you don't, Phantom Dan Federici

And last but not least

Do I have to say his name?

Do I have to speak his name?

Do I have to say his name?

In this corner, the King of the World, Master of the Universe

Weighing in at 260 pounds

The Big Man, Clarence Clemons

Bring it up

I know your mama, she don't like me 'cause I play in a rock and roll band

I know your papa don't dig me, he never did understand

Papa lowered the boom, locked you in your room

Coming to lend a hand

Riding to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man

Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny

Now you're sad, mama's mad

(Papa says he knows that I don't have any money) Say it

(Papa says he knows that I don't have any money)

(Papa says he knows that I don't have any money)

This is his last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance

The record company, Rosie, gave me the big bucks

My tires were slashed, almost crashed, the Lord had mercy

My machine, she's a dud, stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey

Hold on tight, stay up all night, Rosie, I'm comin' on strong

By the time we meet the morning light, I will hold you in my arms

I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way

A little café, they play guitars all night and day

You can hear 'em in the back room strummin'

Hold tight, baby, don't you know I'm comin'

Everybody say, let's hear it

(Ohh, whoa)

Rosalita, jump a little lighter

Senorita, come sit by my fire

I just want to be your lover, ain't no lie

Rosie, you're my stone desire

(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)