Sugar island Cuba
You lay there just for fun
With all your colours and your pelts
A treasure in the sun
You lay there just for fun
With all your colours and your pelts
A treasure in the sun
Dabadabadabada
Dabadabadabada
Castro makes the poor man rich
And rings the rich man's nell
He makes the island grey and pale
I wish he were in hell
Dabadabadabada
Dabadabadabada
Sugar island Cuba
You are no more for sale
This Castro makes the poor man rich
He makes the flowers pale
Dabadabadabada
Dabadabadabada
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