Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there She would merengue and do the cha-cha But while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar Across the crowded floor, they worked from 8 till 4 They were young and they had each other Who could ask for more?
At the Copa, Copacabana The hottest spot north of Havana (here) At the Copa, Copacabana Music and passion were always the fashion At the Copa... they fell in love.
His name was Rico. He wore a diamond. He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancing there And when she finished, he called her over, But Rico went a bit to far, Tony sailed across the bar And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two There was blood and a single gun shot But just who shot who?
At the Copa, Copacabana The hottest spot north of Havana (here) At the Copa, Copacabana Music and passion were always the fashion At the Copa... she lost her love.
Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl, But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show. Now it's a disco, but not for Lola, Still in the dress she used to wear, Faded feathers in her hair. She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind. She lost her youth and she lost her Tony, Now she's lost her mind!
At the Copa, Copacabana The hottest spot north of Havana At the Copa, Copacabana Music and passion were always the fashion At the Copa... don't fall in love.