[1st verse:]
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Not so far from here
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There's a very lively atmosphere
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Ev'rybody's going there this year
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And there's a reason
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The season opened last July
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Ever since the U.S.A. went dry
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Ev'rybody's going there and I'm going, too
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I'm on my way to
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[Refrain:]
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Cuba, there's where I'm going
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Cuba, there's where I'll stay
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Cuba, where wine is flowing
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And where dark-eyed Stellas
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Light their fellers' Panatellas
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Cuba, where all is happy
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Cuba, where all is gay
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Why don't you plan a
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Wonderful trip
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To Havana?
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Hop on a ship
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And I'll see you in C.U.B.A.
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[2nd verse:]
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Take a friend's advice
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Drinking in a cellar isn't nice
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Anybody who has got the price
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Should be a Cuban
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Have you been longing for the 'smile'
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That you haven't had for quite a while?
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If you have, then follow me and I'll show the way
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I'm on my way to
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[Counterpoint Refrain:]
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Why don't you do your drinking like a Cuban
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Instead of hiding in a cellar?
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Since Prohibition, tell me, pal, have you been
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A very frightened little feller?
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Why don't you pour it from the bottle
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'Stead of a tiny silver flask?
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Drink your Scotch, rum and gin
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Where the dries can't get in
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The finest bars are there, cigars are there
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That only are made in Cuba
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I'm not a drinking lady, I never smoked a Panatella
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But I'm a she who likes to be where all is gay, okay!
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So let us leave our cares and troubles behind
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And tell 'em our new address
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Is where they stay up late and drink till they're blind?
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Blind, but nevertheless
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They're glad to see you in C.U.B.A.
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[Coda:]
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Why don't you travel with us on a train or a bus
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To Miami where we can begin
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To plan a wonderful trip on a plane or a ship
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That'll take us from Florida to Havana?
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See you in C.U.B.A!
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[Alternate Lines:]
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Cuba, that's where I'm going
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Cuba, that's where I'll stay
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And where those dark-eyed Stellas
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(I'll See You In) C-U-B-A
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Irving Berlin |