Cuba
Babe I'm leaving the country
You know I've just gotta go
This record company bullshit
It breaks my heart, they rape my soul
They're only after the dollar
And their dollars, their dollars and their house in the hills
I'm gonna break free from this saccharine sunshine goldmine
Head to where the blood can spill...
Come on down to Cuba
Come play in the sand
We can drink and go scuba
We'll make love out on the beach and then
We'll run away from the world and
I will be your jungle hero and you, you, you can be my girl
I'm gonna go down to Cuba
I'm gonna make me some brand new friends
I'm gonna wait for the country to open
And when the music motherfuckers try to move right in
I'm gonna be there already waiting
With my long-range rifle and a perfect plan
And when they're all walking onto the tarmac
I'm gonna say hi "Wham, bam, thank you, and..."
Come on down to Cuba
Come play in the sand
We can drink and go scuba
We'll make love out on the beach
And then we'll run away from the world
I will be your drunken hero and you, you you can be my
Girl, don't tell me that I'm crazy
You know that I'm right
Sometimes we have to run to fight
So come on down to Cuba
Come play in the sand
We can drink and go scuba
We'll make love out on the beach and then
We'll run away from the world
I will be your jungle hero and you, you, you can be my girl
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