Verse 1:
Not so far from here there’s a very lively atmosphere.
Ev’rybody’s going there this year.
And there’s a reason. The season opened last July
Ever since the U.S.A. went dry.
Ev’rybody’s going there and I’m going, too.

I’m on my way to

Refrain 1:
Cuba, there’s where I’m going.
Cuba, that’s where I’ll stay.
Cuba, where wine is flowing and where dark-eyed Stellas
Light their fellas’ Panatellas.
Cuba, where all is happy, Cuba, where all is gay.
Why don’t you plan a wonderful trip to Havana?
Hop on a ship, and I’ll see you in C. U. B. A.

[Counterpoint Refrain from film Blue Skies]
Bing Crosby sings:
Why don’t you do your drinking like a Cuban
Instead of hiding in a cellar?
Since Prohibition, tell me, pal, have you been
A very frightened little feller?

Why don’t you pour it from the bottle
‘Stead of a tiny silver flask?
Drink your scotch, rum and gin where “the dries” can’t get in.
The finest bars are there, cigars are there
That only are made in Cuba

Olga San Juan then sings:
I’m not a drinking lady, I never smoked a Panatella
But I’m a she who likes to be [both] where all is gay, okay!
So let us leave our cares and troubles behind
And tell ’em our new address
Is where they stay up late and drink till they’re blind!
Blind, but nevertheless
They’re glad to see you in C. U. B. A.

[Coda by both]
Why don’t you travel with us on a train or a bus to Miami where we can begin to plan a wonderful trip on a plane or a ship that’ll take us from Florida to Havana?
See you in C. U. B. A!