Testo Havana Bound

Havana Bound (Phil May/Peter Tolson)I was encased in an aircraftFeeling so sick I couldn't sayWhen the cat next to meSaid let's take it down to Cuba wayWell his manner wasn't niceBut his hand grenades looked very meanAnd the luger down his trousersWell that was twice as obsceneWhen we touched down in CubaThe tem pwas a 105°Though the cantenna was closedEven I was glad to be aliveAs for two weeks in MiamiI sussed then that they were blownDr. Fidel wasn't homeSo they showed us where the sugar was grownChorus Havana Bound hi-jacked by some jokerTook me down to CubaWhere the grass was greenSoloWell the passport man came up to meAnd he really looked slyWell he chalked on my valiseAnd then the cat let me byWell I didn't mean to immigrate hereI told him all so quietBut he gave me my visaBut then he wanted me to buy itChorus--------------------------------------------------------------------------------