| I started out to go to Cuba
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| Soon I was at Miami Beach
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| There, not so very far from Cuba
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| Oh, what a rumba they teach
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| Palm trees are whispering «yo te quiero»
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| What could I do but stay awhile
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| I met a Cuban caballero
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| We danced in true latin style
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| So I never got to Cuba
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| But I got all its atmosphere
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| Why even Yuba and his tuba
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| They played a night right here
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| I’ll save Havana for mañana
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| Meanwhile I’ve heaven in my reach
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| I found the charm of old Havana
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| In a rumba at Miami Beach
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| Ahi, ahi, ahia, with this swing
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| You will flying.
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| Here’s the night
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| In Miami, la la la
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| Ahi, ahi, ahi, with this swing
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| You will flying.
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| Here’s the night
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| In Miami, la la la
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| Ahi, ahi, ahi, with this swing
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| You will flying.
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| Here’s the night
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| In Miami, la la la |