Caribbean

Have you ever been down to Haiti when the summer sun was sinkin' low

There's nothin' but romance just everwhere you glance

And the native hearts are all aglow

But when the Cuban Queen comes upon the scene

They all stare like a statue out of stone

And when they realize what's before their eyes

The other girls are left all alone

Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein'

When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm

But from miles away you can see her sway

To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms

[ guitar ]

Up in a tree so high way up in the sky sits a wide eyed monkey on a limb

He wonders why the people go to so much trouble tryin' hard to just look like him

He doesn't understand that it's a lady's hand

That makes a little heart feel so sublime

But before too long he starts singing the song

And then he gets in the Conga line

Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein'...

Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein'...