look at them while they pick your pocket
look at them while they pick your nose
but watch the island junta crumble
no one wonders where it goes.
the Bay of Pigs was the opening act
a few men landed on the beach
they tried to flip a man named Castro
but found he stayed beyond their reach.
and now he's dead and his brother old
their paradise has turned to rust
the labor force of Spanish people
is sick and tired of sweeping dust.
a tide comes in to new Havana
and leadership dares think anew
that dreams of living with ones' own thought
are monstrously overdue.
look at them while they pick your pocket
look at them while they pick your nose
but watch the island junta crumble
no one wonders where it goes.
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