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Her name was Lola |
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She was a showgirl |
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With yellow feathers in her hair |
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And a dress cut down to there |
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She would marengue |
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And do the cha-cha |
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And while she tried to be a star |
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Tony always tended bar |
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Across the crowded floor |
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They worked from eight to four |
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They were young and they had each other |
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Who could ask for more |
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At the copa-copacabana |
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The hottest spot north of havana |
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At the copa-copacabana |
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Music and passion were always the fashion |
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At the copa they fellin' love |
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His name was Rico |
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He wore a diamond |
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He was escorted to his chair |
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He saw Lola dancin' there |
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And when she finished |
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He called her over |
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But Rico went a bit too far |
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Tony sailed across the bar |
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And then the punches flew |
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And chairs were smashed in two |
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There was blood and a single gunshot |
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But just who shot who |
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At the copa-copacabana |
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The hottest spot north of havana |
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At the copa-copacabana |
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Music and passion were always the fashion |
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At the copa |
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She lost her love |
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Her name is Lola |
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She was a showgirl |
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But that was thirty years ago |
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When they used to have a show |
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Now it's a disco |
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But not for Lola |
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Still in the dress she used to wear |
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Faded feathers in her hair |
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She sits there so refined |
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And drinks herself half blind |
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She lost her youth and her tony |
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Now she's lost her mind |
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At the copa-copacabana |
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The hottest spot north of havana |
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At the copa-copacabana |
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Music and passion were always the fashion |
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At the copa don't fall in love |
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Don't fall in love |