Текст песни: Cuba Groove + перевод

Ricky Ricardo, playing his conga

Brought Cuba to the U.S.A.

Down to Havana, to the Tropicana

Americans headed to play

The men wore tropical shirts

Women wore big ruffled skirts

All looking for a little romance

That Caribbean beat in the tropical heat

Made every body get up and dance

The Cuba groove, was on the move

The beat of a bongo playing a mambo

With a trumpet and a Spanish guitar

The Cuba groove, still on the move

A conga drum and a bottle of rum

Still makes you rumba under the stars

Fidel Castro, he caused a fiasco

October, Nineteen Sixty-two

With his Russian missiles threatening to whistle

Over head the Red, White and Blue

Then came the embargo of all Cuban cargo

No more cigars from Havana town

But that Cuban music, we didn’t lose it

Americans still love that sound

The Cuba groove, was on the move

The beat of a bongo playing a mambo

With a trumpet and a Spanish guitar

The Cuba groove, still on the move

A conga drum and a bottle of rum

Still makes you rumba under the stars

Bridge

Fedoras, stiletto shoes, mojitos, a table for two

Take a trip, back in time

When the band played Babaloo, Babaloo

Instrumental

Ricky Ricardo, playing his conga

Is now on a Heavenly mission

I don’t mean to be picky, but his son Little Ricky

Didn’t carry on that Cuban tradition

But we have Gloria Estefan and that Margarita Man

One day he’s gonna win a Grammy

But we don’t have to go all the way down to Cuba

We only have to go to Miami

The Cuba groove, was on the move

The beat of a bongo playing a mambo

With a trumpet and a Spanish guitar

The Cuba groove, still on the move

A conga drum and a bottle of rum

Still makes you rumba under the stars

Tag

When you need to move, there’s nothing you can do

Give in to the Cuba groove

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