Lyrics to Cuban Crisis
Lyrics to the song Cuban Crisis as recorded by Phil Manzanera.
CUBAN CRISIS Words & Music by Phil Manzanera & Bill MacCormack She said, I've got to get away Be smart stay cool, hey Don't be that way I got to get away You know I love you But I really cannot stay I've booked a ticket on a plane And when she said it She was on the phone Call long distance Then she smiled and said I'm coming home She packed her bag And blew a kiss, it missed And gave the dog a pat And then she said She had to run... If you knew where to look She could bear contemplation Her assets ain't suffered Because of inflation Sex made a law Give here my best shot If I wasn't so hot There must have been some books that I could read How could I hope to have kept her Just a cheap lousy dime-a-day jewel-smith And my words don't impress I keep on ending lines like this With spend-thrift Disposable tubes That's when 'moon' rhymes with 'dunes' Seems to ruffle her conscience And give her the pay How else could I pay For those long months away With those so special people She said, will you promise to be strong I grabbed her hand and asked her Honey, there must be something wrong And she replied, well how can I live In such a light-weight song And then she said she had to run... Now I think she's in Cuba With a house on a bay With a great view But they'll have to remove her Coz she keeps on telling Fidel what to do I can just hear him say As she gets her own way And the tourists flock in "I've tried not to be Some petit bourgeoisie But I can't help but feel That the revolution's Gone right round the bend" I promise to be strong There must be something wrong Booked a ticket on a plane I'll be on my way Run...
Cuban Crisis
Album Track
Cuban Crisis was written by Phil Manzanera & Bill MacCormack for his K-Scope album in 1978.
Song Musicians
- Bill MacCormick Bass, Vocals
- Eddie Rayner Upright Piano
- Neil Finn Backing Vocals
- Phil Manzanera Guitars
- Simon Phillips Drums, Electric Percussion
- Tim Finn Lead Vocals