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...