Havana - Linda Eder

Music: Frank Wildhorn
Lyrics: Jack Murphy

Tropic days turn into steamy nights
Stateside ways give in to appetites
Panatelas under white straw hats
Sit and soak...Rum and Coke
Cuban rhythms push the night along
Past the limits of what's right or wrong
Hardly anyone is keepin' score
Let it ride...Por favor

Love is the one legal tender
Never in short supply
Just find yourself a big spender
Who will render the gender
You'd like to try

Big casinos under Latin skies
Valentinos with ambitious eyes
Slow degrees of lazy Fahrenheit
Cook the day...Eat the night
Smell the money when the trade winds blow
Play the slot machines, enjoy the show
Spin the wheel or maybe roll the dice
Welcome to...Paradise Too much is never enough here
There's always room for more
One of a kind calls your bluff here
If your pair isn't brass
Better pass Senor!

Twenty-three of so degrees
Just below the Florida keys
All the tourists come to play
Making mucho machismo
Like Hemingway

Inhibitions simply melt away
Dispositions will improve they say
Maybe it's the voodoo latitude
Give the place...Attitude
Way down here we have no rules to keep
Way down here we always oversleep
Way down here we mambo all night long
Through the street...through the heat
To the beat of old Havana

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