To the tune of "Hotel California" by The Eagles
Filked by Michelle

On a Coruscant walkway, cool wind in my hair
Faint sounds of the city rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
Felt a premonition from the Force, I had to stop for the night
Ghitsa stood in the doorway, I heard a warning bell
And I was thinking to myself, this could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she turned and she beckoned, and she showed me the way
there were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel Obi-Wanton
Such an alluring place
Such an alluring face
Plenty of room at the Hotel Obi-Wanton
Any time of year, you'll find Wantons here

Their names are varied and telling, of items kept or rank held
Things like Boots, Braids, Skates, and Kilts, and more I can't tell
How they sow drive the sales clerks crazy you bet
Some want me in wild clothes, some want me in specs
So I called up my Master, "You sure this is fine?"
He said, "Don't worry, I've been staying here since 1999."
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel Obi-Wanton
Such an alluring place
Such an alluring face
Plenty of room at the Hotel Obi-Wanton
Seems you can't surprise, only tantalize

Mirrors on the ceiling, Redi Whip on ice
And Yav said, "We are all just prisoners here of our own device."
In the central chambers they've gathered for the feast
Figures become utensils - their focus, it's a beast
Last thing I remember I was running for the door
Had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax," said the Robe Keeper, "We are programmed to receive,
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave..."