Her name was 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 8 'til 4
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?
At the Copa, Copacabana
(Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana
(here)
At the Copa, Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa... they fell in love.
(Copacabana)
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 gun shot
But just who shot who?
At the Copa, Copacabana
(Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana
(here)
At the Copa, Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa...
(aaahhh!) She lost her love.
Copa... Copacabana...
Copa... Copacabana...
Copacabana...
Copa... Copacabana...
Like in Havana... Have a banana...
Music and passion... always the fashion...
Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl,
But that was 30 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,
Now she's lost her mind!
At the Copa
(CO!), Copacabana
(Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana
(here)
At the Copa
(CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....don't fall in love... don't fall in love.
Writer(s): Barry Manilow, Bruce H. Sussman, Jack A. Feldman
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