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Villa Tropicana
Friday night, end of the week,
So tired I can hardly speak,
Facts and figures blowing my brain,
In my back a burning pain,
Finish work for the day,
Just want to get away,
Step out to my chauffeured car,
Quick drink at the airport bar,
(Chorus)
Off to Villa Tropicana
Where the band plays night and day
At the Villa Tropicana
Down at Tangolunda bay.
Margarita on a silver tray,
Sun sets on an endless day,
Sitting out beside the pool,
As the day begins to cool.
Senorita giving me the eye.
Bikini’s wet, Martini’s dry,
From my head to my feet,
I can feel that Latin beat.
(Chorus)
At the Villa Tropicana
Where the band plays night and day
At the Villa Tropicana
Down at Tangolunda bay.
6 a.m. in the morning,
Just as a new day is dawning,
Tequila running round my mind,
Left my old life way behind.
Golden girl with long black hair,
Wants to take me off somewhere,
From my heart to my feet,
I can hear that Latin beat,
(Chorus)
At the Villa Tropicana
Where the band plays night and day
At the Villa Tropicana
Down at Tangolunda bay.
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