Come On Down To Cuba

Babe I'm leaving the country

You know I just gotta go

This record company bull-shit

They break my heart, they rape my soul

And they're only after the dollar

And they're dollars, they're dollars

They're house in the hills

I'm gonna break free of this saccharine sunshine

Go my way to where the blood can spill

So come on down to Cuba

Come play in the sand

We can drink and go scuba

We'll make love out on the beach

And then we'll run out

Away from the world

And I will be your jungle hero

And you, you, you can be my girl

I'm gonna go down to Cuba

I'm gonna make me some brand new friends

I'm gonna wait for the country to open

And when the music-mother-fuckers try to move right in

I'm gonna be there already waiting

With my long-range rifle and a perfect plan

And when they're all walking on the guitar mat

I'm gonna say want my wham, bam, thank you, and

So come on down to Cuba

Come play in the sand

We can drink and go scuba

We'll make love out on the beach

And then we'll run out

Away from the world

And I will be your drunken hero

And you, you, you can be my girl

Don't tell me that I'm crazy

You know that I'm right

Sometimes we have to run

To fight

So come on down to Cuba

Come play in the sand

We can drink and go scuba

We'll make love out on the beach

And then we'll run out

Away from the world

And I will be your jungle hero

And you, you, you can be my girl

Come on down to Cuba

Come play in the sand