Song | Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) |
Artist | Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band |
Album | Live 1975-85 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins | |
You know playin' blindman's bluff is a little baby's game | |
You pick up Little Dynamite, I'm gonna pick up Little Gun | |
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run | |
You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son | |
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue Rosie you're the one | |
Dynamite's in the belfry 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 for us | |
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs | |
'Cause you know we ain't gonna come | |
I ain't here for business | |
I'm only here for fun | |
And Rosie you're the one | |
(CHORUS) | |
Rosalita jump a little lighter | |
Se杘rita come sit by my fire | |
I just want to be your love, ain't no lie | |
Rosalita you're my stone desire | |
Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie, you know they're gonna be there | |
Ah, sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie, they'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 | |
So use it Rosie, that's what it's there for | |
(CHORUS) | |
Now I know your mama she don't like me 'cause I play in a rock and roll band | |
And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand | |
Papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room | |
I'm comin' to lend a hand | |
I'm comin' to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man | |
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny | |
But now you're sad, your mama's mad | |
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money | |
Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance | |
Because a record company, Rosie, just gave me a big advance | |
My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy | |
My machine she's a dud, I'm stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey | |
Hold on tight, stay up all night 'cause 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 | |
There's a little caf� where they play guitars all night and day | |
You can hear them in the back room strummin' | |
So hold tight baby 'cause don't you know daddy's comin' |
Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama' s reins | |
You know playin' blindman' s bluff is a little baby' s game | |
You pick up Little Dynamite, I' m gonna pick up Little Gun | |
And together we' re gonna go out tonight and make that highway run | |
You don' t have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don' t want to be your son | |
The only lover I' m ever gonna need' s your soft sweet little girl' s tongue Rosie you' re the one | |
Dynamite' s in the belfry 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 for us | |
She' ll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs | |
' Cause you know we ain' t gonna come | |
I ain' t here for business | |
I' m only here for fun | |
And Rosie you' re the one | |
CHORUS | |
Rosalita jump a little lighter | |
Se chi rita come sit by my fire | |
I just want to be your love, ain' t no lie | |
Rosalita you' re my stone desire | |
Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie, you know they' re gonna be there | |
Ah, sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie, they' 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 | |
So use it Rosie, that' s what it' s there for | |
CHORUS | |
Now I know your mama she don' t like me ' cause I play in a rock and roll band | |
And I know your daddy he don' t dig me but he never did understand | |
Papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room | |
I' m comin' to lend a hand | |
I' m comin' to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man | |
Someday we' ll look back on this and it will all seem funny | |
But now you' re sad, your mama' s mad | |
And your papa says he knows that I don' t have any money | |
Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance | |
Because a record company, Rosie, just gave me a big advance | |
My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy | |
My machine she' s a dud, I' m stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey | |
Hold on tight, stay up all night ' cause 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 | |
There' s a little caf where they play guitars all night and day | |
You can hear them in the back room strummin' | |
So hold tight baby ' cause don' t you know daddy' s comin' |
Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama' s reins | |
You know playin' blindman' s bluff is a little baby' s game | |
You pick up Little Dynamite, I' m gonna pick up Little Gun | |
And together we' re gonna go out tonight and make that highway run | |
You don' t have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don' t want to be your son | |
The only lover I' m ever gonna need' s your soft sweet little girl' s tongue Rosie you' re the one | |
Dynamite' s in the belfry 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 for us | |
She' ll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs | |
' Cause you know we ain' t gonna come | |
I ain' t here for business | |
I' m only here for fun | |
And Rosie you' re the one | |
CHORUS | |
Rosalita jump a little lighter | |
Se chì rita come sit by my fire | |
I just want to be your love, ain' t no lie | |
Rosalita you' re my stone desire | |
Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie, you know they' re gonna be there | |
Ah, sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie, they' 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 | |
So use it Rosie, that' s what it' s there for | |
CHORUS | |
Now I know your mama she don' t like me ' cause I play in a rock and roll band | |
And I know your daddy he don' t dig me but he never did understand | |
Papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room | |
I' m comin' to lend a hand | |
I' m comin' to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man | |
Someday we' ll look back on this and it will all seem funny | |
But now you' re sad, your mama' s mad | |
And your papa says he knows that I don' t have any money | |
Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance | |
Because a record company, Rosie, just gave me a big advance | |
My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy | |
My machine she' s a dud, I' m stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey | |
Hold on tight, stay up all night ' cause 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 | |
There' s a little caf where they play guitars all night and day | |
You can hear them in the back room strummin' | |
So hold tight baby ' cause don' t you know daddy' s comin' |