Letra de Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - 09/21/79)
The night was young The moon was yellow And the leaves came tumbling downSpread 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 runYou 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 oneDynamite'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 usShe'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 oneRosalita, 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 desireJack 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, RosieRosalita, 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 desireBring it down, hey!On the piano With his doctorate in rock and roll, Professor Roy BittanOn 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 ZandtOn the bass guitar, fastest man in the world Mr. Garry W. TallentOn the drums, The Mighty MaxOn the organ, Mr. Dan FedericiAnd 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 ClemonsBring 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 advanceMy 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 armsI 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 sayOhh, 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