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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