La Habana Lyrics - Singles - William Topley

Saw you stand in the street, beneath a poster of Che 

Watching young couples kiss in the Malacon 

Late at night in the old town, you sang to guitars 

And staggered back to your room with God knows who 

But Ive got to be your lover man tonight 

I said, Ive got to be your sweet thing and thats right 

Well, Ive got to be, I long to be your lover man 

And only I can make you feel alright or help you take flight 

All the girls in the Tropicana, they roll their own cigars 

I stand there in the dressing room, just drinking it in 

All the companeros theyre making love beneath the tropic stars 

Take a look at the priest and what hes calling sin 

When Im in trouble, Lord, only me who feels the pain 

Not one good word of advice from any of my so-called friends