Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) [Live at the Roxy Theatre, W. Hollywood, CA - July 1978]

Wherever she is, on the strip, outside, inside, wherever you may be
Rosie, come out tonight

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 and 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
Well 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'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, only here for fun
So what's the big deal then?

Rosalita, jump a little lighter
Senorita, come sit by my fire
Well 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 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

Well, Rosie, come out tonight
Rosie, come out tonight
Windows are for cheaters
Chimneys for the poor
Closets are for hangers
Winners, use the door

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, yeah

On the piano, Professor Roy Bittan
On the guitar, Miami Steve Van Zandt
On the bass guitar, Mr. Garry W. Tallent
On the drums, The Mighty One, Mighty Max
On the organ, now you see him, now you don't, Phantom Dan Federici
And last but not least
Do I have to say his name?
Do I have to speak his name?
Do I have to say his name?
In this corner, the King of the World, Master of the Universe
Weighing in at 260 pounds
The 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 papa don't dig me, he never did understand
Papa lowered the boom, locked you in your room
Coming to lend a hand
Riding to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
Now you're sad, mama's mad

(Papa says he knows that I don't have any money) Say it
(Papa says he knows that I don't have any money)
(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 the big bucks

My tires were slashed, almost crashed, the Lord had mercy
My machine, she's a dud, 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 hear 'em in the back room strummin'
Hold tight, baby, don't you know I'm comin'
Everybody say, let's hear it
(Ohh, whoa)

Rosalita, jump a little lighter
Senorita, come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover, ain't no lie
Rosie, you're my stone desire

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