On a dark desert country,
cool wind in my hair,
warm smell of some good wine,
rising up through the air.
Then I saw the girl enter,
she had to stop for the night.
Of all the gin joints in all of the world,
she had to walk into mine.

But she stood in the doorway,
Cool Frenchie belle,
I was thinking to myself,
this girl is goin' to put me through hell.
Then she sat by the pianist,
said, "Play it once, Sam".
He played a song I've not heard in a while,
I said "I'll be damned,

Welcome to the Hotel Casablanca
such a lovely place,
but a NAZI base.
There's not too much room at the Hotel Casablanca.
Busy time of year,
but there's a bar in here.

Her mind is Tiffany-Twisted
She swore her love 'till the end,
but her husband was a pretty boy,
she thought was dead.
How we met in this here bar,
I'd never bet.
She made me remember,
I tried to forget.
So I called up the memories,
when she, I still liked.
She let me leave France all alone
cause her husband was alive.
And still, that floozy came over
from far away.
I resented having to do this,
but I had to say,

Welcome to the Hotel Casablanca.
Such a lovely place,
But a NAZI base.
A date with fate at the Hotel Casablanca.
What a nice surprise,
I dated some guy's wife.

Though she had deceived me,
I still loved her so.
She said, my husband's a prisoner here,
of a Nazi soul.
And in my own chamber,
we kissed all through the night.
"I love ya lots chicky babe,
but ya got to catch your flight."
Last thing I remember,
I was waiting at the gate,
The girl and her husband had
a plane ticket to the States.
"Relax, will ya lover,
I know you love him a bit.
You'll have to fly with him to USA,
Here's lookin' at ya kid!"