Sugar Island

Sugar island Cuba
You lay there just for fun
With all your colours and your pelts
A treasure in the sun

Dabadabadabada
Dabadabadabada

Castro makes the poor man rich
And rings the rich man's nell
He makes the island grey and pale
I wish he were in hell

Dabadabadabada
Dabadabadabada

Sugar island Cuba
You are no more for sale
This Castro makes the poor man rich
He makes the flowers pale

Dabadabadabada
Dabadabadabada