| Lyrics: | Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could sound
like the stars
The ladies would pay and pay
Then one night he did wind up playin' in Havana
town
And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds.
'Cause he
met up with Meritta, a dancer in from the Coast
Half woman, half child, she drove him half
wild
He loved that lady the most
'Til one night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper
Dan
So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life
And then he turned his own cold
hand.
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And it's just a Cuban crime of passion
Messy and old
fashioned
Yeah, that's what the papers did say
It's just a Cuban crime of passion
Anejo
and knives a slashin'
But that's what the people like to read about
Up in America, up in
America.
Well, they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill
And Billy Voltaire
had no one to clain min, he eas buried on pauper's hill
And no one talks about 'em no more, it
happened just a week ago
But people get by and people get high
In the tropics they come and
they go.
[Chorus] |
