Lyrics to Cuban Crisis

Lyrics to the song Cuban Crisis as recorded by Phil Manzanera.


Words  & Music by Phil Manzanera & Bill MacCormack

She said, I've got to get away
Be smart stay cool, hey
Don't be that way
I got to get away
You know I love you
But I really cannot stay
I've booked a ticket on a plane
And when she said it
She was on the phone
Call long distance
Then she smiled and said
I'm coming home
She packed her bag
And blew a kiss, it missed
And gave the dog a pat
And then she said
She had to run...
If you knew where to look
She could bear contemplation
Her assets ain't suffered
Because of inflation
Sex made a law
Give here my best shot
If I wasn't so hot
There must have been some books
that I could read
How could I hope to have kept her
Just a cheap lousy dime-a-day jewel-smith 
And my words don't impress
I keep on ending lines like this
With spend-thrift
Disposable tubes
That's when 'moon' rhymes with 'dunes' 
Seems to ruffle her conscience
And give her the pay
How else could I pay
For those long months away
With those so special people
She said, will you promise to be strong
I grabbed her hand and asked her
Honey, there must be something wrong 
And she replied, well how can I live
In such a light-weight song
And then she said she had to run...
Now I think she's in Cuba
With a house on a bay
With a great view
But they'll have to remove her
Coz she keeps on telling Fidel what to do
I can just hear him say
As she gets her own way
And the tourists flock in
"I've tried not to be
Some petit bourgeoisie
But I can't help but feel
That the revolution's
Gone right round the bend"
I promise to be strong
There must be something wrong
Booked a ticket on a plane
I'll be on my way

Cuban Crisis

Album Track

Cuban Crisis was written by Phil Manzanera & Bill MacCormack for his K-Scope album in 1978.

Song Musicians

Cuban Crisis is on the following Roxy Music and Solo Albums