| It’s midnight in Havana, there’s a party on the streets | 
| Nylons on the sea wall, and music on the beach | 
| It’s midnight in Havana, all the young girls in the streets | 
| Who will dance fandango yeah, with Epithany tonight? | 
| I believe she needs someone to make her feel that it’s alright | 
| Who will dance fandango yeah, with Epithany tonight? | 
| And though the revolution came way before her time | 
| Is there is a solution to, to the old man’s party line? | 
| Oh, the revolution came and it had it’s time | 
| Waiting for Castro to die, waiting for Castro to die | 
| And oh, it should be magic, yeah, in the morning sky | 
| And oh, it should be magic, yeah, in every young girls eyes | 
| And oh, it should be magic, yeah, waiting for Castro to die | 
| She can ride the railroad, yeah, that robbed the sugar cane | 
| Take pictures of Guantanarro before the hurricane | 
| She could ride the railroad, yeah, who’s steam would feel like rain | 
| Waiting for Castro to die, waiting for Castro to die | 
| And oh, it should be magic, yeah, in the morning sky | 
| And oh, it should be magic, yeah, in every young girl’s eyes | 
| And oh, it should be magic as they’re waiting for Castro to die | 
| It’s midnight in Havana, yeah, there’s a party in the streets | 
| Nylons on the sea wall, yeah, and music on the beach | 
| It’s midnight in Havana, yeah, all the young girls in the streets | 
| Waiting for Castro to die | 
| Waiting for Castro to die | 
| Waiting for Castro to die | 
| Waiting for Castro to die |