Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl

With yellow feathers in her hair and a 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 a crowded floor, they worked from eight til four

They were young and they had each other

Who could ask for more?

At the Copa, Copacabana

The hottest spot north of Havana

At the Copa, Copacabana

Music and passion were always the fashion

At the Copa .... she felt in love

His name was Rico, he wore a diamond

He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancin' 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 gun shot

But just who shot who?

At the Copa, Copacabana

The hottest spot north of Havana

At the Copa, Copacabana

Music and passion were always the fashion

At the Copa .... she lost her love

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

Now she's lost her mind!

At the Copa, Copacabana

The hottest spot north of Havana

At the Copa, Copacabana

Music and passion were always the fashion

At the Copa .... don't fall in love

Don't fall in love