Running Down to Cuba

Running down to Cuba with a load of sugar

'Way me boys to Cuba

Make her run, you lime juice squeezers

Running down to Cuba

'Way me boys to Cuba

Running down to Cuba

I got a sister, she's nine feet tall

She sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall

The captain, he will trim the sails

Winging that water over the rails

Give me a girl can dance fandango

Round as a melon and sweet as a mango

Load that sugar and homeward go

'Cause mister mate he told me so