Saw you stand in the street, beneath a poster of Che   Watching young couples kiss in the Malacon   Late at night in the old town, you sang to guitars   And staggered back to your room with God knows who      But I?ve got to be your lover man tonight   I said, I?ve got to be your sweet thing and that?s right   Well, I?ve got to be, I long to be your lover man   And only I can make you feel alright or help you take flight      All the girls in the Tropicana, they roll their own cigars   I stand there in the dressing room, just drinking it in   All the companeros they?re making love beneath the tropic stars   Take a look at the priest and what he?s calling sin      When I?m in trouble, Lord, only me who feels the pain   Not one good word of advice from any of my so-called friends      Down at Papa?s Marina the old man drinks alone   Writing notes to his son a thousand miles away   All the girls in the Bodeguita, they flash their lime green eyes   Until they read what it says, and then they turn away