{t:Copacabana} {st:Barry Manilow} Her name is [Fm7]Lola [Bb7] She was a [Ebmaj7]showgirl With yellow [Am7-5]feathers in her [D7]hair And a [Gm7]dress cut down to there She would merengue And do the cha-cha And while she tried to be a star Tony always tended bar Across the [Cm]cro[D7]wded[Gm] floor They worked from e[Cm]ight t[D7]il f[Gm]our They were y[Cm]oung and they had each [D7]other Who could [Gm7]ask [Gbm7]for [Fm7]more {:chorus} {soc} At the [Fm7]Copa,[Bb7] Copac[Ebmaj7]abana The [Fm7]hottest [Bb7]spot north of [Ebmaj7]Havana (,here) []At the []Copa,[] Copac[]aban[] [Fm7]Music and p[Bb7]assion were [Gm7]always in f[C7]ashion at the [Fm7]Copa [D7] {eoc} They fell in []love... [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] His name was Rico He wore a diamond He was escorted to his chair He saw Lola dancing 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? {:chorus} (She lost her love) {:trumpets} []Copa cop.[].....[]ca...[]bana []Cop..[]....[]ca...[]bana []Mu...[]sic []and []passion []Al...[]ways []in []fash...[]ion {:fast:} [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] 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 she lost her Tony and she's lost her mind {:chorus}