Not so far from here,
there's a very lively atmosphere,
everybody's going there this year.
There's a reason the
season opened last July,
ever since the USA went dry,
everybody's going there.
I'm going to.
I'm on my way to Cuba.
That's where I'm
go ing.
Cuba, that's where
I'll stay.
Cuba, where wine is flowing,
and where those dark -eyed stellers
light their fellas' panetellas.
Cuba, where all is happy,
Cuba, where all is gay,
Why don't you plan a
wonderful trip,
To Havana, hop on a ship,
Then I'll see you in
C .U .B .A.
Cuba, that's where
I'm go ing
Cuba, that's
where I'm staying
Why don't you pour
it from the bottle
Instead of a tiny silver flask?
Drink your scotch rum and gin
Where the drys can't get in
The finest bars are there,
cigars are there
That only are made in Cuba
I'm not a drinkin'
I never smoked a panatella
But I'm a she who likes to be
where all is gay, okay.
So let us leave our cares
and troubles behind
and tell them our next address
is where they stay up late and
drink till they're blind, blind.
But nevertheless,
they're glad to see you in CUBA.
Why don't you travel with us
on a train or a bus to Miami
where we can begin to plan
And a wonderful trip on a
plane or a ship
that'll take us from Florida
to Havana.
See you in the NBA!