I was encased in an aircraft
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Feeling so sick I couldn't say
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When the cat next to me
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Said let's take it down to Cuba way
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Well his manner wasn't nice
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But his hand grenades looked very mean
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And the luger down his trousers
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Well that was twice as obscene
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When we touched down in Cuba
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The temp was a 105¡Æ
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Though the cantenna was closed
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Even I was glad to be alive
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As for two weeks in Miami
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I sussed then that they were blown
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Dr. Fidel wasn't home
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So they showed us where the sugar was grown
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Chorus
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Havana Bound hi-jacked by some joker
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Took me down to Cuba
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Where the grass was green
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Solo
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Well the passport man came up to me
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And he really looked sly
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Well he chalked on my valise
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And then the cat let me by
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Well I didn't mean to immigrate here
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I told him all so quiet
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But he gave me my visa
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But then he wanted me to buy it
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Chorus
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Havana Bound
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Pretty Things |