Cuba Si, Nixon No

You know he's sittin' in a cockpit,
feels like he's in a dream
Because he's heading to Havana,
he should be going to New Orleans
Mr. Dunga señor,
talking very slow and meek
he's sitting in a cockpit,
feels like he's gonna die
He got a hundred twenty passengers
he'd like to get 'em back alive
Living on a cockpit,
he don‘t believe the man is GI

Allright:
Cuba si, Nixon no
Cuba si, Nixon no, no, no
Baby no, no, no

You know the Spanish-speaking people
got a different way of running the show
Spanish-speaking people
got a different way of running the show
He got a whiping disentery
on a recent trip to Mexico
But there's no need to worry;
here's Havana on the radio

Cuba si, Nixon no
Cuba si, Nixon no, no, no
Baby no, no, no
You know the Spanish-speaking people
got a different way of running the show

 You know he's sittin' in a cockpit,
feels like he's in a dream
You know he's heading to Havana,
he should be going to New Orleans
Mr. Dunga señor,
talking very slow and meek

Cuba si, Nixon no
Cuba si, Nixon no, no, no
Baby no, no, no
You know the Spanish-speaking people
got a different way of running the show

Cuba si, Nixon no
Cuba si, Nixon no, no, no
Baby no, no, no
You know the Spanish-speaking people
got a different way of running the show