Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
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He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
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The ladies would pay and pay
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Then one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
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And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds.
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'Cause he met up with Meritta, a dancer in from the Coast
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Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild
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He loved that lady the most
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'Til one night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan
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So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life
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And then he turned his own cold hand.
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[Chorus:]
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And it's just a Cuban crime of passion
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Messy and old fashioned
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Yeah, that's what the papers did say
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It's just a Cuban crime of passion
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Anejo and knives a slashin'
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But that's what the people like to read about
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Up in America, up in America.
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Well, they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill
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And Billy Voltaire had no one to clain min, he eas buried on pauper's hill
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And no one talks about 'em no more, it happened just a week ago
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But people get by and people get high
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In the tropics they come and they go.
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[Chorus]
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Cuban Crime Of Passion
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| Jimmy Buffett |
