Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
She would merengue and do the cha-cha
But while she tried to be a star
Tony always tended bar
Across the crowded floor, he worked from 8 til 4
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more
          At the Copa Copacabana (Copacabana)
          The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
          At the Copa Copacabana
          Music and passion were always in fashion
          At the Copa....they fell in love

His name was Rico. He wore a diamond
He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancing there
And when she finished, he called her over
But Rico went a bit to far
Tony sailed across the bar
And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gun shot
But just who shot who
          At the Copa Copacabana . . .
          . . . she lost her love

Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show.
Now it's a disco, but not for Lola
Still in the dress she used to wear
Faded feathers in her hair
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony
Now she's lost her mind
          At the Copa Copacabana . . .
          . . . don't fall in love