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 a crowded floor, they worked from eight til four 
 They were young and they had each other 
 Who could ask for more? 

 At the Copa, Copacabana 
 The hottest spot north of Havana 
 At the Copa, Copacabana 
 Music and passion were always the 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 dancin' 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 
 The hottest spot north of Havana 
 At the Copa, Copacabana 
 Music and passion were always the fashion 
 At the Copa .... she lost her love 

 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 
 Now she's lost her mind! 

 At the Copa, Copacabana 
 The hottest spot north of Havana 
 At the Copa, Copacabana 
 Music and passion were always the fashion 
 At the Copa .... don't fall in love 
 Don't fall in love

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