Bruce Springsteen
Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
Written by - Bruce Springsteen
From - The Wild, the Innocent & the E Street Shuffle
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 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 and

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

Rosalita, jump a little lighter
Senorita, come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar
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 alright
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...

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 big bucks

My tires were slashed and I almost crashed
But the Lord had mercy
My machinem she's a dud
Out 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 cafe
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'

Rosalita, jump a little...
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