Havana Bound

I was encased in an aircraft

Feeling so sick I couldn't say

When the cat next to me

Said let's take it down to Cuba way

Well his manner wasn't 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 wasn't home

So they showed us where the sugar was grown

Havana Bound hi-jacked by some joker

Took me down to Cuba

Where the grass was green

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 didn't mean to immigrate here

I told him all so quiet

But he gave me my visa

But then he wanted me to buy it

Havana Bound hi-jacked by some joker

Took me down to Cuba

Where the grass was green