Too Many Cubans in Cuba
em = By Denis Kevans
There's this place called Cuba,
It's full of Cubans, they live there,
For some reason, unspecified, of course,
They're very secretive people, Cubans,
They refuse to divulge the reason,
Why they want to live in Cuba.
Cuba is full of Cubans,
They're born there, and they live there,
I honestly don't know
Why they want to do this,
These Cubans are a threat,
They're a definite threat to the er ... er ... er ...
Board of Directors of IBM,
I mean the Democratic Government
of the united States ...
Cuba is a big problem, at the moment,
It's full of Cubans, Cuba, and these Cubans,
Are a threat, a definite threat
To the er ... er ... er ...
Board of Directors of Bechtel
Corporation, I mean, the Democratic
Government of the United States;
And we want 'em to know that we know this,
And that they oughta know that we know,
And that we know that they're down there,
All of them, in Cuba, and that they
Can't hide that from us, and that we
Won't stand for this kind of bullying,
And blackmail, no sir-eeeeee!
And that we won't be intimidated by their refusal
To close down Cuba and tow it away;
No! we won't be fazed, or razzed, by
Their stone-wall, stick-in-the-mud,
Conservative attitude!
If they were to go somewhere else, we wouldn't
Mind if they still called themselves Cubans,
They could still be Cubans, if they wanted to,
Being Cubans previously themselves;
I mean, like Heligoland, or Franz
Josef Glacier, they wouldn't have to be
Heligolandians, or Glaciated Francis
Josephines;
Cuba is full of Cubans, they live there,
For some reason, unspecified, of course.
They refuse to divulge the reason why
They want to do this, and each one
Of them is a threat, a definite threat,
To the er ... er ... Board of Directors Of Peabody Coal, I mean the Democratic
Government of the United States.
Listen here, you Cubans! Get this straight!
We won't bow down, we won't bow down
To outsider pressure, and your continual
Naughty words! We know what you're doing,
We know you're down there,
We know you're in Cuba,
And we know where Cuba is,
We know all the naughty words you use.
Listen here, you Cubans!
Why don't you go back to Hungary!
Why don't you go back to Byelo-Russia!
Why don't you go back to Estonia!
Why don't you go back to Kalmuck Land!
Listen here, You Cubans!
You won't intimidate us
With this clever dick attitude!
Why don't you go back to Cuba, anyway?
We won't bow down, we won't bow down,
To the world's bullies, and the Empire of Evil.
No, sirreeee, we know what you're saying,
We know all the naughty words you use,
Get this straight, Cubans,
We know you're down there,
And we won't be intimidated, no sir-eeeee!