Cuban Crisis - 2000 Digital Remaster

She said I've got to get away
Be smart, stay cool, hey, don't be that way
You know I love you, but I really cannot stay
I've booked a ticket on a plane
And when she said it, she was on the phone
Called long distance, then she smiled and said, "I'm coming home"
She packed her bag and blew a kiss, it missed and gave the dog a pat
And then she said she had to run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run

If you knew where to look, she could bear contemplation
Her assets ain't suffered because of inflation
Sure, sex meant a lot, I gave her my best shot
If I wasn't so hot
Well, there must have been some books that I could read

How could I hope to have kept her?
Just a cheap lousy dime-a-day tune-smith
Now my words don't impress her
I keep on ending lines like this with spend-thrift
Disposable tunes, that's when "moon" rhymes with "June"
Seem to ruffle her conscience and give her the pay
How else could I pay for those long months away
With those so special people who live and don't speak

She said, "Now, will you promise to be strong?"
I grabbed her hand and asked her
"Honey, there must be something wrong"
And she replied, "Well, how can I live in such a light-weight song?"
And then she said she had to run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run

Now I think she's in Cuba
With a house on a bay, with a great view
But they'll have to remove her
'Cause she keeps on telling Fidel what to do
I can just hear him say as she gets her own way
And the tourists flock in and the mob cashes in
"I've tried not to be so petit bourgeoisie
But I can't help but feel
That the revolution's gone right 'round the bend"

Promise to be strong
Must be something wrong
Booked a ticket on the plane
Yeah, I won't be that way
I got to get on the plane
Must be something wrong
Got a ticket on a plane
I got to get away