Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there She would merengue and do the cha-cha But while she tried to be a star Tony always tended bar Across the crowded floor he worked from 8 til 4 They were young and they had each other who could ask for more? (Chorus:) At the Copa, Copacabana The hottest spot north of Havana At the Copa, Copacabana Music and passion were always in fashion At the Copa... [they fell/*don't fall] 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 to far Tony sailed across the bar And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two There was blood and a single gun shot but just who shot who? Chorus Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl, But that was 30 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, Now she's lost her mind! Chorus*