Babe I'm leaving the country
You know I just gotta go
This record company bull-shit
It breaks my heart, they rape my soul
And they're only after the dollars
And they're dollars, they're dollars
They're house in the hills
I'm gonna break free from this saccharine sunshine gold mine
Head to where the blood can spill
So come on down to Cuba
Come play in the sand
We can drink and go scuba
We'll make love out on the beach
And then we'll run
Ahhhhh-ahhhhhhh
Away from the world
And I will be your jungle hero
And you, you, you can be my girl
I'm gonna go down to Cuba
I'm gonna make me some brand new friends
I'm gonna wait for the country to open
And when the music-mother-fuckers try to move right in
I'm gonna be there already waiting
With my long-range rifle and a perfect plan
And when they're all walking onto the door mat
I'm gonna say I want my wham, bam, thank you and
Come on down to Cuba
Come play in the sand
We can drink and go scuba
We'll make love out on the beach
And then we'll run
Ahhhhh-ahhhhhhh
Away from the world
And I will be your jungle hero
And you, you, you can be my girl
Don't tell me that I'm crazy
You know that I'm right
Sometimes we have to run
To fight
So come on down to Cuba
Come play in the sand
We can drink and go scuba
We'll make love out on the beach
And then we'll run out
Away from the world
And I will be your jungle hero
And you, you, you can be my girl
You, you, you can be my girl
Come on down
Writer(s): Michael Jude Christodal
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