Cuban Crisis

Lyrics

She said, I've got to get away Be smart stay cool, hey Don't be that way I got to get away You know I love you But I really cannot stay I've booked a ticket on a plane And when she said it She was on the phone Call long distance Then she smiled and said I'm coming home She packed her bag And blew a kiss, it missed And gave the dog a pat And then she said She had to run... If you knew where to look She could bear contemplation Her assets ain't suffered Because of inflation Sure, sex meant a lot I gave her my best shot But if I wasn't so hot Well, there must have been some books that I could read How could I hope to have kept her Just a cheap lousy dime-a-day tune-smith Now my words don't impress her I keep on ending lines like this with spend-thrift Disposable tunes That's when 'moon' rhymes with 'June' Seems to ruffle her conscience And give her the bee How else could I pay For those long months away With those so special people Who live in ... (?) She said, will you promise to be strong I grabbed her hand and asked her "Honey, there must be something wrong" And she replied, "Well how can I live In such a light-weight song?" And then she said she had to run... Now I think she's in Cuba With a house on a bay With a great view But they'll have to remove her Cuz she keeps on telling Fidel what to do I can just hear him say As she gets her own way And the tourists flock in And the mob cashes in "I've tried not to be So petit bourgeoisie But I can't help but feel That the revolution's Gone right round the bend" I promise to be strong There must be something wrong Booked a ticket on a plane I'll be on my way Run...