text: Going to Rosas Cantina 
  Hoping that shes still there
  Going to Rosas Cantina
  Might have been
  The dust in my eyes 
  Could have been the neon cactus
  Lighting up the desert sky
  Must have been
  The dust in my eyes
  Some would call it suicide 
  I would call it paradise
  Some would call it suicide
  Dancing on the table 
  When shes
  Drunker than shes able
  Dancing on the table
  Is she right is she wrong
  Will she sing another song
  Wicked as it seems
  Right now
  Rosa wants her baby back 
  Since hes gone shes losing track
  Rosa wants her baby back
  Careful with that cadillac