Havana

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