Her name is 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 the crowded floor They worked from eight till four They were young and they had each other Who could ask for more At the Copa, Copacabana The hottest spot north of Havana (here) At the Copa Copacabana Music and passion were always in fashion at the Copa They fell in love... 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 And then the punches flew And chairs were smashed in two There was blood and a single gunshot But just who shot who? Chorus (She lost her love) {Trompeten} Copa cop…………...a...ca...bana Cop......a...ca...bana Mu...sic and passion Al...ways in fash...ion 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