Her name was Lola, She was a showgirl, With yellow feathers in her hair, And a dress cut down to there, She would marengue, and do the chacha, And while she tried to be a star. Tony always tended bar, Across the crowded floor, They worked from eight to 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 fellin´ 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 gunshot, 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. Copa copacabana, copacabana, Aaaa! Aaaa! Aaaa! Aaaa! Aaaa! Copa copacabana, copacabana, Copacabana, Music and passion always the fashion. 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.