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