Miami Beach Rumba

I started out to go to Cuba
Soon I was at Miami Beach
There, not so very far from Cuba
Oh, what a rumba they teach
Palm trees are whispering «yo te quiero»
What could I do but stay awhile
I met a Cuban caballero
We danced in true latin style
So I never got to Cuba
But I got all its atmosphere
Why even Yuba and his tuba
They played a night right here
I’ll save Havana for mañana
Meanwhile I’ve heaven in my reach
I found the charm of old Havana
In a rumba at Miami Beach
Ahi, ahi, ahia, with this swing
You will flying.
Here’s the night
In Miami, la la la
Ahi, ahi, ahi, with this swing
You will flying.
Here’s the night
In Miami, la la la
Ahi, ahi, ahi, with this swing
You will flying.
Here’s the night
In Miami, la la la