Miami Beach Rhumba

I started out to go to Cuba
Soon I was at Miami Beach
There, not so very far from Cuba
Oh, what a rhumba 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 rhumba at Miami Beach