Havana Lyrics - Linda Eder

Tropic days turn into steamy nights 

Stateside ways give in to appetites 

Panatelas under white straw hats 

Sit and soak, Rum and Coke 

Cuban rhythms push the night along 

Past the limits of what's right or wrong 

Hardly anyone is keepin' score 

Let it ride, por favor 

Love is the one legal tender 

Never in short supply 

Just find yourself a big spender 

Who will render the gender you'd like to try 

Big casinos under Latin skies 

Valentinos with ambitious eyes 

Slow degrees of lady Fahrenheit 

Cook the day, eat the night 

Smell the money when the trade winds blow 

Play the slot machines, enjoy the show 

Spin the wheel or maybe roll the dice 

Welcome to Paradise 

Too much is never enough here 

There's always room for more 

One of a kind calls your bluff here 

If your pair isn't brass better pass Senor 

Twenty-three or so degrees 

Just below the Florida keys 

All the tourists come to play 

Making mucho machismo like Hemingway 

Inhibitions simply melt away 

Dispositions will improve, they say 

Maybe it's the voodoo latitude 

Gives the place attitude 

Way down here we have no rules to keep 

Way down here we always oversleep 

Way down here we mambo all night long 

Through the street, through the heat 

To the beat of old Havana