| It all began in a cabana in Havana
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| Where I enjoyed a month’s vacation by the sea
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| And 'neath the tropic sun
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| I found the one and only one for me
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| I learned to love in a cabana in Havana
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| He even taught me how to rhumba on the sand
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| And how he’d look at me
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| And softly say, «Si, Si» to all I planned
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| Ya-ya, ya-ya, he would serenade on his guitar
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| Too-too, too-too, and romance like only Latins do
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| Ay-ay, ay-ay, I remember when we kissed goodbye
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| And I was so contented I finally consented
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| I’d marry him in July…
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| And now I sit in a cabana in Long Island
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| And see a couple honeymooning by the sea
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| And it’s my Latin love right there in a cabana next to me
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| And he doesn’t give a darno for this poor Americano
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| Next winter you’ll be seeing me tobogganing and skiing far away
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| From a cabana in Havana! |