smile He pays her well but what the hell He'll be movin' in a little while Havana daydreamin' Boy he's just dreamin' His life away Havana daydreamin
Second trumpet to the right They play 'Night Train' So snaky Black girls dancing Long and lanky Barkers barking Step right up, folks The show is about to begin It's Harlem in Havana
Habana a tus pies no sabria como amarte de otra forma Habana a tus pies pasa el tiempo y tu recuerdo no se borra Habana, tu piel oh, Habana, tu piel
was glad to be alive As for two weeks in miami I sussed then that they were blown Dr. fidel wasn't home So they showed us where the sugar was grown Chorus Havana
a loco Baby, baby, make me a mambo Sent to spy on a Cuban talent show First stop, Havana au go go I used to make a livin' man Pickin' the banana Hooray for Havana
leben in Havanna wär das Leben ein Traum. Holly-ho Havanna Wolken und Wind kennen meine Träume die bei dir sind. Holly-ho Havanna Sonne und
Me grab me shoes, me jump and me run Me see the boat head for horizon Havana moon is gone da rum The boat she sail me love she gone Havana moon... Havana
Where's my pal, where's my friend All good things must have an end Sad things and nothings, on and on they go I guess he went to Mexico They all went
Voy por la vereda tropical La noche plena de quietud Con su perfume de humedad Se oye el rumor de una cancion de Amor y de piedad Con ella ful noche
I walked 47 miles of barbwire Use a cobra snake for a necktie I got a brand new house on the roadside Made outta rattlesnake hide I got a brand-new chimney
Angel I want to be one with you Spread your wings and let me in You know I'll always cherish the time we spent
You better take it easy baby Before you go away You did me dirty You'll get yours one day You better watch your step Talkin' about you, watch your step
One way in and one way out You don't know what it's all about You look to the left You look to the right The brightest day and the darkest night And
First stop Havana go-go I used to make a living, man, pickin' the banana Hooray for Havana Baby, baby, make me loco Baby, baby, make me mambo P T boat on the way to Havana
So where do I begin? I woke up today, Dragged this broken suitcase, threw it away. I've been searching for the inspiration, Got lost along the way.
who let the hung man out the bag, to drink his own blood over the memory of the last time he slept alone, easy bitch, hold it right there this isn't
from the off, in sunlight we watched and gathered round for the ominous 9 o'clock, with inhibitions drowned and sun beating down, we kick start this revolution
hey there girls let's see ya moves, my names Ricky Bobby and I like your boobs, its getting too much babe for me, my nose has a quiver for your two timing