{t:Copacabana}
{st:Barry Manilow}
Her name is [Fm7]Lola [Bb7]
She was a [Ebmaj7]showgirl
With yellow [Am7-5]feathers in her [D7]hair
And a [Gm7]dress cut down to there
She would merengue
And do the cha-cha
And while she tried to be a star
Tony always tended bar
Across the [Cm]cro[D7]wded[Gm] floor
They worked from e[Cm]ight t[D7]il f[Gm]our
They were y[Cm]oung and they had each [D7]other
Who could [Gm7]ask [Gbm7]for [Fm7]more
{:chorus}
{soc}
At the [Fm7]Copa,[Bb7] Copac[Ebmaj7]abana
The [Fm7]hottest [Bb7]spot north of [Ebmaj7]Havana (,here)
[]At the []Copa,[] Copac[]aban[]
[Fm7]Music and p[Bb7]assion were [Gm7]always in f[C7]ashion at the [Fm7]Copa [D7]
{eoc}
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 too far
Tony sailed across the bar
And then the punches flew
And chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gunshot
But just who shot who?
{:chorus}
(She lost her love)
{:trumpets}
[]Copa cop.[].....[]ca...[]bana
[]Cop..[]....[]ca...[]bana
[]Mu...[]sic []and []passion
[]Al...[]ways []in []fash...[]ion
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[] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] []
Her name is Lola
She was a showgirl
But that was thirty 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
and she's lost her mind
{:chorus}