Her name is Lola
She was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair
And a dress cut down to there
She would merengue
And do the cha-cha
And while she tried to be a star
Tony always tended bar
Across the crowded floor
They worked from eight til four
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more
chorus
At the Copa, Copacabana
The hottest spot north of Havana (,here)
At the Copa, Copacabana
Music and passion were always in fashion at the Copa
They fell in love...
His name was Rico
He wore a diamond
He was escorted to his chair
He saw Lola dancing there
And when she finished
He called her over
But Rico went a bit too far
Tony sailed across the bar
And then the punches flew
And chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gunshot
But just who shot who?
chorus
(She lost her love)
trumpets
Copa cop...a...ca...bana
Cop...a...ca...bana
Mu...sic and passion
Al...ways in fash...ion
fast:
Her name is Lola
She was a showgirl
But that was thirty years ago
When they used to have a show
Now it's a disco
But not for Lola
Still in the dress she used to wear
Faded feathers in her hair
She sits there so refined
And drinks herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony
and she's lost her mind
chorus
She was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair
And a dress cut down to there
She would merengue
And do the cha-cha
And while she tried to be a star
Tony always tended bar
Across the crowded floor
They worked from eight til four
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more
chorus
At the Copa, Copacabana
The hottest spot north of Havana (,here)
At the Copa, Copacabana
Music and passion were always in fashion at the Copa
They fell in love...
His name was Rico
He wore a diamond
He was escorted to his chair
He saw Lola dancing there
And when she finished
He called her over
But Rico went a bit too far
Tony sailed across the bar
And then the punches flew
And chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gunshot
But just who shot who?
chorus
(She lost her love)
trumpets
Copa cop...a...ca...bana
Cop...a...ca...bana
Mu...sic and passion
Al...ways in fash...ion
fast:
Her name is Lola
She was a showgirl
But that was thirty years ago
When they used to have a show
Now it's a disco
But not for Lola
Still in the dress she used to wear
Faded feathers in her hair
She sits there so refined
And drinks herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony
and she's lost her mind
chorus