La Habana Lyrics

La Habana lyrics

Saw you stand in the street, beneath a poster of Che

Watching young couples kiss in the Malacon

Late at night in the old town, you sang to guitars

And staggered back to your room with God knows who



But I've got to be your lover man tonight

I said, I've got to be your sweet thing and that's right

Well, I've got to be, I long to be your lover man

And only I can make you feel alright or help you take flight



All the girls in the Tropicana, they roll their own cigars

I stand there in the dressing room, just drinking it in

All the companeros they're making love beneath the tropic stars

Take a look at the priest and what he's calling sin



When I'm in trouble, Lord, only me who feels the pain

Not one good word of advice from any of my so-called friends



Down at Papa's Marina the old man drinks alone

Writing notes to his son a thousand miles away

All the girls in the Bodeguita, they flash their lime green eyes

Until they read what it says, and then they turn away