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Her name is Lola

She was a showgirl

With yellow [Am7-5]feathers in her hair

And a dress cut down to there

She would merengue

And do the cha-cha

And while she tried to be a star

Tony always tended bar

Across the crowded floor

They worked from eight til four

They were young and they had each other

Who could ask for more


At the Copa, Copacabana

The hottest spot north of Havana (,here)

At the Copa, Copacaban

Music and passion were always in fashion at the Copa

They fell in love...

His name was Rico

He wore a diamond

He was escorted to his chair

He saw Lola dancing 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?


(She lost her love)



Mu...sic and passion

Al...ways in fash...ion


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

and she's lost her mind