Me, in the shower this morning:
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there.
She would meringue, and do the cha-cha.
And while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar.
Across the crowded floor, they worked from eight til four,
They were young and they had each other,
Who could ask for more?….
At the Copa, Copa Cobana.
The hottest spot north of Havana.
At the Copa, Copa Cobana…
Music and passion were always the fashion…
At the Copa….
They fell in love….
His name was Ricco, he wore a diamond.
He was escorted to his chair, and saw Lola dancing there.
When she finished, he called her over.
But Ricco went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the bar.
And then the punches flew, and chairs were smashed in two.
There was blood and a single gun shot,
But just who shot who?
Her name is Lola, she was a show girl.
But that was thirty years ago when they used to have a show,
Now it’s a disco, but not for Lola.
Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair.
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind.
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony,
now she’s lost her mind!…
Don’t fall in love….
"Why?", I ask you.