{t:Copacabana}
{st:Barry Manilow}
Her name is Lola
She was a showgirl
With yellow 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
{C:chorus}
{soc}
At the Copa, Copacabana
The hottest spot north of Havana (,here)
At the Copa, CopacabanA
Music and passion were always in fashion at the Copa
{eoc}
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?
{C:chorus}
(She lost her love)
{C:trumpets}
Copa cop...A...ca...bana
Cop...A...ca...bana
Mu...sic and passion
Al...ways in fash...ion
{C:fast:}
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
{C:chorus}