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 down

Spread 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 run

You 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 one

Dynamite'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 us

She'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 one

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

Jack 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, Rosie

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

Bring it down, hey!

On the piano

With his doctorate in rock and roll, Professor Roy Bittan

On 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 Zandt

On the bass guitar, fastest man in the world

Mr. Garry W. Tallent

On the drums, The Mighty Max

On the organ, Mr. Dan Federici

And 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 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 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 advance

My 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 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 hear 'em in the back room strummin'

Hold tight, baby, don't you know I'm coming

Everybody say

Ohh, 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