A Star Wars version of the Eagles' Hotel California, about Tatooine's favorite alien hangout.
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On a big desert planet, Tatooine is the name
Jawas and Sand people, rising up through the plains
Up ahead near the spaceport, I saw a wretched hive
Full of lots of scum and villainy, I hope things will be alright
As we walked through the doorway, I heard the bartender say
That we should leave our droids outside, and please keep our blasters put away
Then Ben lit up his saber and he sliced some guy’s arm
I guess it’s better to be in here, than at the moisture farm
Welcome to the Mos Eisley Cantina
Such a lively crowd, droids are not allowed
People are strange at the Mos Eisley Cantina
Any time of day, drink your blues away
This place is definitely twisted, it’s got the Max Rebo band
It’s got a lot of ugly aliens, I can’t understand
See them drink at their tables, sweet Jawa juice
Some come for a bounty, some come to cut loose
So I said to Han Solo, ‘We need a fast ship’
He said, 'You haven't heard of the Falcon? It can do some serious shit’
But now Stormtroopers are coming, let’s get away,
Meet you back at the Corellian ship, at the docking bay...
Welcome to the Mos Eisley Cantina
Such a lively crowd, droids are not allowed
We’re mixing it up at the Mos Eisley cantina
Everyone is weird, some are really feared
There’s a gruff bartender, and some big hairy guys
And I said, I think I saw a hammerhead here and a guy with three eyes
Somewhere off in the background, I can hear Figrin D’an
I’d like to go and take a piss, but I just can’t find the can
Next thing that I heard of, Han was heading for the door
Greedo tried to stop him there, but now Greedo is no more
'Relax,' said the smuggler, and ‘I’m sorry for the mess’
I think I’ll come back here really soon, ‘Cause this place is the best!
