Her name was Lola, she was a showgirlWith yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to thereShe would merengue and do the cha-chaAnd while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended barAcross a crowded floor, they worked from eight til fourThey were young and they had each otherWho could ask for more?At the Copa, CopacabanaThe hottest spot north of HavanaAt the Copa, CopacabanaMusic and passion were always the fashionAt the Copa .... they fell in loveHis name was Rico, he wore a diamondHe was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancin' thereAnd when she finished, he called her overBut Rico went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the barAnd then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in twoThere was blood and a single gun shotBut just who shot who?At the Copa, CopacabanaThe hottest spot north of HavanaAt the Copa, CopacabanaMusic and passion were always the fashionAt the Copa .... she lost her loveHer name is Lola, she was a showgirlBut that was thirty years ago, when they used to have a showNow it's a disco, but not for LolaStill in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hairShe sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blindShe lost her youth and she lost her TonyNow she's lost her mind!At the Copa, CopacabanaThe hottest spot north of HavanaAt the Copa, CopacabanaMusic and passion were always the fashionAt the Copa .... don't fall in loveDon't fall in love