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!