Feeling so sick I couldn't say
 When the cat next to me
 Said let's take it down to Cuba way
 Well his manner wasn't nice
 But his hand grenades looked very mean
 And the luger down his trousers
 Well that was twice as obscene

 When we touched down in Cuba
 The temp was a 105?
 Though the cantenna was closed
 Even I 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 Bound hi-jacked by some joker
 Took me down to Cuba
 Where the grass was green



 Solo

 Well the passport man came up to me
 And he really looked sly
 Well he chalked on my valise
 And then the cat let me by
 Well I didn't mean to immigrate here
 I told him all so quiet
 But he gave me my visa
 But then he wanted me to buy it

 Chorus