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Have you ever been down to Haiti |
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When the summer sun was sinkin' low |
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There's nothing but romance just everywhere you glance |
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And the native hearts are all aglow |
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But when the Cuban Queen comes upon the scene |
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They all stare like a statue out of stone |
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When they realize what's before their eyes |
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The other girls are left all alone |
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Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein' |
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When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm |
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And from miles away you can see her sway |
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To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms |
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Up in a tree so high way up in the sky |
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Sits a wide eyed monkey on a limb |
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He wonders why the people go to so much trouble |
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Just to try to be like him |
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He doesn't understand that it's a lady's hand |
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That makes a heart feel so sublime |
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But before too long he starts singing the song |
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And then he gets in the Conga line |
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Break (guitar) |
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Columbus searched for spices but he missed the nicest |
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The part of the Caribbean |
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He didn't see the charms and the open arms |
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It was the gold that he was seein' |
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Oh but I'm glad he missed the sweetest thing I've kissed |
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'Cause we're on our honeymoon |
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And I'm so sorry Chris to talk about you like this |
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But you were five hundred years too soon |
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Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein' |
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When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm |
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And from miles away you can see her sway |
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To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms |
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Up in a tree so high way up in the sky |
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Sits a wide eyed monkey on a limb |
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He wonders why the people go to so much trouble |
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Just to try to be like him |
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He doesn't understand that it's a lady's hand |
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That makes a heart feel so sublime |
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But before too long he starts singing the song |
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And then he gets in the Conga line |
