The Pretty Things - Havana Bound lyrics

I was encased in an aircraft Feeling so sick I couldn't say When the cat next to me Said let's take it down to Cuba way Well his manner wasn't nice But his hand grenades looked very mean And the luger down his trousers Well that was twice as obscene When we touched down in Cuba The temp was a 105° Though the cantenna was closed Even I was glad to be alive As for two weeks in Miami I sussed then that they were blown Dr. Fidel wasn't home So they showed us where the sugar was grown Havana Bound hi-jacked by some joker Took me down to Cuba Where the gra** was green Well the pa**port man came up to me And he really looked sly Well he chalked on my valise And then the cat let me by Well I didn't mean to immigrate here I told him all so quiet But he gave me my visa But then he wanted me to buy it Havana Bound hi-jacked by some joker Took me down to Cuba Where the gra** was green