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
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At the [Fm7]Copa,[Bb7] Copac[Ebmaj7]abana
The [Fm7]hottest [Bb7]spot north of [Ebmaj7]Havana (,here)
[C7]At the [Fm7]Copa,[Bb7] Copac[Gm7]aban[C7]a
[Fm7]Music and p[Bb7]assion were [Gm7]always in f[C7]ashion at the [Fm7]Copa [D7]
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They fell in [Gm7]love... [Gm7] [Gbm7] [Fm7]
[Fm7] [Gbm7] [Gm7] [Gm7] [Gbm7] [Fm7] [Gbm7] [Gm7]
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
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And then the punches flew
And chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gunshot
But just who shot who?
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(She lost her love)
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[Gm9]Copa cop.[Abm9]..a...[Am9]ca...[Bbm9]bana
[Bbm9]Cop..[Bm9].a...[Cm9]ca...[Dbm9]bana
[Dbm9]Mu...[Cm9]sic [Bm9]and [Bbm9]passion
[Bbm9]Al...[Am9]ways [Abm9]in [Gm9]fash...[Gbm9]ion
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[Gm9] [Gm9] [Gbm9] [Fm9] [Fm9] [Gbm9] [Gm9] [Gm9] [Gbm9] [Fm9] [Gbm9] [Gm9]
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
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