Weekend
of a private secretary - 1938/Johnny Mercer, Bernie Hanighen
I went to Havana on one of those
cruises for forty-nine fifty,
To spend a few days.
I went to Havana, to look at the
natives, to study their customs, their picturesque ways.
In searching for some local color,
I ran across a Cuban gent; and he was such a big sensation,
I forgot the population.
He showed me the city, he taught
me the customs; my trip to Havana was quite a success.
We had a Bacardi; I forgot the clock,
so we were tardy in returning to the dock.
Tho' I delayed it, even dropped
my shawl, the Cuban made it as they gave the final call.
Darn it all! I'm back in the
office, I'm punching the time clock;
But you can bet my mind is not on
my work.
Instead of Bacardies, I'm ordering
Bromos, instead of the Cuban I'm stuck with a clerk.
The other girls can go to Europe
and marry into royalty,
and they can get an Earl or Pasha
or a gent with lots of cash-a……
but when I get married and settle
in Brooklyn,
he may be a slick-er, he may be
a hick or a Ruben, but you can bet that he'll be Cuban.
