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Pretty Things - Havana Bound
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I was encased in an aircraft Feeling so sick I couldnt say When the cat next to me Said lets take it down to cuba way Well his manner wasnt nice But his hand grenades looked very mean And the luger down his trousers Well that was twice as obscene When we touched down in cuba The temp was a 105 Though the cantenna was closed Even I was glad to be alive As for two weeks in miami I sussed then that they were blown Dr. fidel wasnt home So they showed us where the sugar was grown Chorus Havana bound hi-jacked by some joker Took me down to cuba Where the grass was green Solo Well the passport man came up to me And he really looked sly Well he chalked on my valise And then the cat let me by Well I didnt mean to immigrate here I told him all so quiet But he gave me my visa But then he wanted me to buy it Chorus
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