Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) - Live at the Hammersmith Odeon, London, UK - November 1975

There's a little café

On the other side of the border

She was sitting there giving me food

Make my mouth water

It's cute, it's cute

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, I'm gonna pick up Little Gun

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

You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie

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, she'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, I'm only here for fun

You're the one

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

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

Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billy'll be 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

So, Rosie, come out tonight, baby, come out tonight

Windows are for cheaters, chimneys for the poor

Closets are for hangers, winners use the door

Use it, Rosie

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

Give me more

On the piano, Professor Roy Bittan

On the bass guitar, Garry W. Tallent

On the guitar, Miami Steve

On the drums, The Mighty Max

On the organ, Dan Federici

And on the saxophone, Clarence Clemons

Drums

Bring it up

Well, 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

Your papa lowered the boom, locked you in your room

I'm coming to lend a hand

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

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

Now you're sad, mama's mad

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

Well, your papa says he knows (that I don't have any money)

So your 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 a big advance

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

My machine, she's a dud, out 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 see 'em in the back room strummin'

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

Everybody say

(Oh)

Rosalita, jump a little lighter

Senorita, come sit by my fire

Just want to be your lover, ain't no liar

Rosie, you're my stone desire

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

Thank you