Cuba Groove

Ricky Ricardo, playing his conga
Brought Cuba to the U.S.A.
Down to Havana, to the Tropicana
Americans headed to play
The men wore tropical shirts
Women wore big ruffled skirts
All looking for a little romance
That Caribbean beat in the tropical heat
Made every body get up and dance
The Cuba groove, was on the move
The beat of a bongo playing a mambo
With a trumpet and a Spanish guitar
The Cuba groove, still on the move
A conga drum and a bottle of rum
Still makes you rumba under the stars
Fidel Castro, he caused a fiasco
October, Nineteen Sixty-two
With his Russian missiles threatening to whistle
Over head the Red, White and Blue
Then came the embargo of all Cuban cargo
No more cigars from Havana town
But that Cuban music, we didn’t lose it
Americans still love that sound
The Cuba groove, was on the move
The beat of a bongo playing a mambo
With a trumpet and a Spanish guitar
The Cuba groove, still on the move
A conga drum and a bottle of rum
Still makes you rumba under the stars
Bridge
Fedoras, stiletto shoes, mojitos, a table for two
Take a trip, back in time
When the band played Babaloo, Babaloo
Instrumental
Ricky Ricardo, playing his conga
Is now on a Heavenly mission
I don’t mean to be picky, but his son Little Ricky
Didn’t carry on that Cuban tradition
But we have Gloria Estefan and that Margarita Man
One day he’s gonna win a Grammy
But we don’t have to go all the way down to Cuba
We only have to go to Miami
The Cuba groove, was on the move
The beat of a bongo playing a mambo
With a trumpet and a Spanish guitar
The Cuba groove, still on the move
A conga drum and a bottle of rum
Still makes you rumba under the stars
Tag
When you need to move, there’s nothing you can do
Give in to the Cuba groove