The Cuban Rock Lyrics

Hey JFK
Oh, what a terrible dream
What a ghastly affair
I saw my old friend Jack
He was sitting in my chair

He got the better of me
He got the better of me

He was laughing his head off
He listened to a yankee tune
He was drinking all my vodka
Said he put a man on the moon

Should I tremble
Should I go weak
Should I salute him
Or should I just kiss his feet
No no no no no no no
It's getting near Christmas
And all that hoo-ha
Perhaps I'll send him
A Havanna cigar
A missile or two
Just for good luck
And we'll bring in the New Year
With more bang for his buck

Hey JFK
We're sending missiles
With postage paid
And other things
That go tick tock
All goes to make
The Cuban Rock
He's no medals on his chest
So why should I be impressed
Just cause he's prettier than me
If it were just a beauty show
Marilyn would have had a go
And he?d still be on his father's knee
He's just out of kindergarten
Why he's barely starting
To learn the tricks of the trade
So tell me why should I be afraid
Can't you see he doesn't bother me

We can destroy him whenever we please
Hey JFK
Just ninety miles
As the crow flies
The Russians are dancing
Right around the clock
To a little thing
Called the Cuban Rock

Hey JFK
Hey JFK
Hey JFK