Big man from Little Havana's got smoke in his eyes
Looks cute in his sharkskin suit and his four-in-hand
The bay girls, they don't sing the song, they just harmonize
It's all we can do, to make them understand

Me and you
We could copyright the blues
But they'd only be our true confessions
One and all
We go up against the wall
And fall in a tropical depression.

Remember Freddy with the kinky beard, he's a Customs Man now
He's got his work cut out for him in black and white
It's big news at the Port of Miami when they bust some man now
Who's gonna tell them that there ain't no end in sight?

Me and you
We could copyright the blues
But they'd only be our true confessions
One and all
We go up against the wall
And fall in a tropical depression.

***

It'd be so nice to fly
But I can do without it
Temptation's just a pillow
I lay my head upon
But when the bay girls smile so sly,
What can I do about it?
They say, "Hey boy,
That's some attitude you got there,
Can I try it on?"

***

I got tickets for Montreal, we could leave anytime
Bay girls, they don't really sing, no, but they sound alright
Big man from Little Havana, he ain't got a dime
We're in the eye of a tropical depression tonight.