It all began in a cabana in Havana Where I enjoyed a month's vacation by the sea And 'neath the tropic sun I found the one and only one for me I learned to love in a cabana in Havana He even taught me how to rhumba on the sand And how he'd look at me And softly say, "Si, Si" to all I planned Ya-ya, ya-ya, he would serenade on his guitar, Too-too, too-too, and romance like only Latins do Ay-ay, ay-ay, I remember when we kissed goodbye And I was so contented I finally consented I'd marry him in July... And now I sit in a cabana in Long Island And see a couple honeymooning by the sea And it's my Latin love right there in a cabana next to me And he doesn't give a darno for this poor Americano Next winter you'll be seeing me tobogganing and skiing far away From a cabana in Havana!