Lyrics:

There's a place where we go almost once every week
Where we wine and dine down in the shady glow
And it's tacos and nachos sweet margeritas
Tortillas and red beans and pretty signoritas
Down at the Rose's Cantina
You gotta feel the spirit, you gotta touch the
Spirit in Rose's Cantina, Rose's Cantina
You can take your friends you can hear the band play
You gotta get down to where it's really at
Hear the tinkles in the consertinas
Do the bamba with the ballerinas
Down at the Rose's Cantina
You gotta feel the spirit, you gotta touch the
Spirit in Rose's Cantina, Rose's Cantina
In Rose's Cantina, in Rose's Cantina
Rose's Cantina, Rose's Cantina
When you're tired and sore Rose's takes you
Up the snowcap mountains
To turn into a true casanova
Come on all of us people let's celebrate
The cup's filled up and the table's layed
Hands down with your friends
Red, yellow or black
You gotta feel the spirit, you gotta touch the
Spirit in Rose's Cantina, Rose's Cantina
Roses Cantina...