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