| Her name was Lola | |
| She was a showgirl | |
| With yellow feathers in her hair | |
| And a dress cut down to there | |
| She would marengue | |
| And do the cha-cha | |
| And while she tried to be a star | |
| Tony always tended bar | |
| Across the crowded floor | |
| They worked from eight to four | |
| They were young and they had each other | |
| Who could ask for more | |
| At the copa-copacabana | |
| The hottest spot north of havana | |
| At the copa-copacabana | |
| Music and passion were always the fashion | |
| At the copa they fellin' love | |
| His name was Rico | |
| He wore a diamond | |
| He was escorted to his chair | |
| He saw Lola dancin' there | |
| And when she finished | |
| He called her over | |
| But Rico went a bit too far | |
| Tony sailed across the bar | |
| And then the punches flew | |
| And chairs were smashed in two | |
| There was blood and a single gunshot | |
| But just who shot who | |
| At the copa-copacabana | |
| The hottest spot north of havana | |
| At the copa-copacabana | |
| Music and passion were always the fashion | |
| At the copa | |
| She lost her love | |
| Her name is Lola | |
| She was a showgirl | |
| But that was thirty years ago | |
| When they used to have a show | |
| Now it's a disco | |
| But not for Lola | |
| Still in the dress she used to wear | |
| Faded feathers in her hair | |
| She sits there so refined | |
| And drinks herself half blind | |
| She lost her youth and her tony | |
| Now she's lost her mind | |
| At the copa-copacabana | |
| The hottest spot north of havana | |
| At the copa-copacabana | |
| Music and passion were always the fashion | |
| At the copa don't fall in love | |
| Don't fall in love |