Lyrics

The wedding was in Brooklyn
South Beach for the honeymoon
But Cy, he wasn’t looking
To spend time in a hotel room

Rum & Coca-Cola
A crowded little Cuban place
They sing en Espanola
A trumpet starts her heart to race
Sandro on the horn he makes it sing
Deep inside of Rachel start to swing
Her finger starts to slide inside her ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring

Rachel was a looker
And she made sure that he would know
That she’d go where he took her
All infected with the machismo

Rum & Coca-Cola
A crowded little Cuban place
They sing en Espanola
Miami 1958

Cy’s out on the tees
He’s gonna swing
Rachel she and Sandro do the thing
Sandro sets her free he’s gonna sing
Sing, sing, sing, sing

Out comes the pistol he kept in his horn case
Wine left on his table, but she’s had a good taste
The family, the business, the money they’d borrowed
Sadly for Sandro there’ll be no tomorrow

Rum & Diet Cola
A gated golf community
She sings en Espanola
And polishes a mouthpiece with her sleeve