Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
The ladies would pay and pay
But one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
Nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds
He met up with Merrita, a dancer in from the coast
It's just a Cuban crime of passion
Messy and old-fashioned
Yeah, that's what the papers did say
It's just a Cuban crime of passion
Anjejo and knives a-slashin'
But that's what the people like to read about
Up in America, up in America
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