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You know he's sittin' in a cockpit, feels like he's in a dream
Because he's heading to Havana, he should be going to New Orleans
Mister [something something] talking very slow and mean
he's sitting in a cockpit, feels like he's gonna die
He got a hundred twenty passengers he'd like to get 'em back alive
Cuba si, Nixon no
Cuba si, Nixon no, no, noooooo
Baby no, no, no
You know the Spanish-speaking people got a different way of running the show
Spanish people got a different way of running the show
He got a case of dissentary on a recent trip to Mexico
But there's no need to worry; here's Havana on the radio
Cuba si, Nixon no
Cuba si, Nixon no, no, noooo
Baby no, no, no
You know the Spanish-speaking people got a different way of running the show
You know he's sittin' in a cockpit, feels like he's in a dreeeeeeaaaaam
Because he's heading to Havana, he should be going to New Orleans
Mister [something something] talking very slow and mean
Cuba si, Nixon no
Cuba si, Nixon no, no, noooooo
Baby no, no, no
You know the Spanish-speaking people got a different way of running the show
Cuba si, Nixon no
Cuba si, Nixon no, no, noooooo
Baby no, no, no
You know the Spanish-speaking people got a different way of running the show
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