Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) Songtext
von Bruce Springsteen
Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) Songtext
The night was young
The moon was yellow
And the leaves came tumbling down
Spread out now, Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama′s reins
You know playing 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, we′ll 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, playing with the bats
Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's, trying out his attitude on all the cats
Papa′s on the corner, waiting for the bus
Mama′s home in the window, waiting up there for us
She'll be there in that chair ′til 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
Gonna be Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billy, they′re coming up for air
What're we gonna do?
We′re gonna (play some pool, skip some school, act real cool
Stay out all night, gonna feel all right)
Woah-woah-woah, Rosie, come out tonight
Rosie, 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
Bring it down, hey!
On the piano
With his doctorate in rock and roll, Professor Roy Bittan
On the guitar
Author, writer, producer, man of many talents
Writer of such hits as "I Don't Want To Go Home"
"This Time It′s For Real"
And many others
Ladies and gentlemen, Miami Steve Van Zandt
On the bass guitar, fastest man in the world
Mr. Garry W. Tallent
On the drums, The Mighty Max
On the organ, Mr. Dan Federici
And last but not least
King of the known world
Master of the universe
And the only man
Who will successfully challenge Ted Kennedy for the presidential nomination for the Democratic Party
If he wants to
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 pop don′t dig me, he never did understand
Papa lowered the boom, locked you in your room
I′m coming to lend a hand
Riding to liberate you, confiscate you, I wanna be your man
Someday we'll look back on this, it will all seem funny, la-la-la
Now you′re sad, mama's mad
(Papa says he knows that I don′t have any money)
(Your papa says he knows that I don't have any money)
(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, I 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 coming 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 hear ′em in the back room strummin′
Hold tight, baby, don't you know I′m coming
Everybody say
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Woah!
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
The moon was yellow
And the leaves came tumbling down
Spread out now, Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama′s reins
You know playing 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, we′ll 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, playing with the bats
Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's, trying out his attitude on all the cats
Papa′s on the corner, waiting for the bus
Mama′s home in the window, waiting up there for us
She'll be there in that chair ′til 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
Gonna be Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billy, they′re coming up for air
What're we gonna do?
We′re gonna (play some pool, skip some school, act real cool
Stay out all night, gonna feel all right)
Woah-woah-woah, Rosie, come out tonight
Rosie, 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
Bring it down, hey!
On the piano
With his doctorate in rock and roll, Professor Roy Bittan
On the guitar
Author, writer, producer, man of many talents
Writer of such hits as "I Don't Want To Go Home"
"This Time It′s For Real"
And many others
Ladies and gentlemen, Miami Steve Van Zandt
On the bass guitar, fastest man in the world
Mr. Garry W. Tallent
On the drums, The Mighty Max
On the organ, Mr. Dan Federici
And last but not least
King of the known world
Master of the universe
And the only man
Who will successfully challenge Ted Kennedy for the presidential nomination for the Democratic Party
If he wants to
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 pop don′t dig me, he never did understand
Papa lowered the boom, locked you in your room
I′m coming to lend a hand
Riding to liberate you, confiscate you, I wanna be your man
Someday we'll look back on this, it will all seem funny, la-la-la
Now you′re sad, mama's mad
(Papa says he knows that I don′t have any money)
(Your papa says he knows that I don't have any money)
(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, I 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 coming 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 hear ′em in the back room strummin′
Hold tight, baby, don't you know I′m coming
Everybody say
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Woah!
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
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