Havana Bound Lyrics - Pretty Things

I was encased in an aircraft 

Feeling so sick I couldn't say 

When the cat next to me 

Said let's take it down to cuba way 

Well his manner wasn't nice 

But his hand grenades looked very mean 

And the luger down his trousers 

Well that was twice as obscene 

When we touched down in cuba 

The temp was a 105 

Though the cantenna was closed 

Even I was glad to be alive 

As for two weeks in miami 

I sussed then that they were blown 

Dr. fidel wasn't home 

So they showed us where the sugar was grown 

Chorus 

Havana bound hi-jacked by some joker 

Took me down to cuba 

Where the grass was green 

Solo 

Well the passport man came up to me 

And he really looked sly 

Well he chalked on my valise 

And then the cat let me by 

Well I didn't mean to immigrate here 

I told him all so quiet 

But he gave me my visa 

But then he wanted me to buy it 

Chorus