A Cabana in Havana

It all began in a cabana in Havana

Where I enjoyed a month's vacation by the sea

And 'neath the tropic sun

I found the one and only one for me

I learned to love in a cabana in Havana

He even taught me how to rhumba on the sand

And how he'd look at me

And softly say, "Si, Si" to all I planned

Ya-ya, ya-ya, he would serenade on his guitar,

Too-too, too-too, and romance like only Latins do

Ay-ay, ay-ay, I remember when we kissed goodbye

And I was so contented I finally consented

I'd marry him in July...

And now I sit in a cabana in Long Island

And see a couple honeymooning by the sea

And it's my Latin love right there in a cabana next to me

And he doesn't give a darno for this poor Americano

Next winter you'll be seeing me tobogganing and skiing far away

From a cabana in Havana!